Tumultuous misadventures through the mind of one struggling with the mundane, while grieving the air of daily affairs.
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The Candle on The Desk
I’ve been in this Dark spot, Like the candle On my deskLit by wicks inHot, scented wax Holding onto hope, But clearly diminishing,Yet burning hot. So present. I focus too muchOn the past, That it all hits meAt this desk, When I seek Introverted solace; and Need a break. Just to get itAll done, again.…
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Ivy Hydroponics
Stranded underneath The rose vines, and You were not too far awayTaking in one last breath,Hiding from me. I remember once when we were Super close. Super close to marriage, A family. I threw it all away,Because I got scared. You were one drink away,From death. I clung to my smoke in tyranny;All these years…
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Vanilla + Lavender
Light the candle. I want to smell the scent of – You, even when you’re gone.
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Rotini
The incense moves inspirals, broken and destructive, now. I hope that’s good.
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Journal Entry: Chocolate Brioche + Toffee Coffee
Stare into my whimsy, and know I have not avowed anyone. I look towards happiness, and even peace in times of peril.I keep breaking shit, but I’ve been on a bit of a lucky streak. It reminds me of when I was younger and riding high. Mania or Ambition, I still don’t know the contradiction.…
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1,000 Paper Cranes
I look back at all my sins and wonder where I’ve been and why I’ve always been attracted to the dark-side. Villain Arc or unoriginal moment, it can’t be. I wonder about you and where you’ve been this whole time. Please, look out for me. Think about me.Then, I’ll prove it all the same. My…
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