Tumultuous misadventures through the mind of one struggling with the mundane, while grieving the air of daily affairs.
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Journal Entry: Horse-Drawn Carriage
Journal Entry 6/10/2026 @ 08:53am ————————————- Tinkering, I’ve been. Yesterday was Laundry Day and today commences the folding. I moved my room around yesterday, trying to usher in something forth coming to all the dust that has gathered up in my laziness, my bleakness, my lack of floor space. I want to use my 12…
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Revenant Tasks
I miss you like wrath misses jealousy. Burnt up in tokens of unknown indescision staring me down from every corner and I can’t let go. The cat is loose again, and at every tumble I tell myself you must repair or it’ll all be tainted. Whatever is left of the remnants, may it be the…
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Indigo Dye
There are paths That unwind us like Twine. Distant, discord and discarded From the world of fear of lost hope, Only to be Shed in light By a sunbeam That cuts through the Thick panel curtains And awashes in Joy and healing.
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Record Player
I used to sit and wait like patience was a virtue, wrought by indecision in the simplest means. Too scared to reckon with a permanent record that existed nowhere, and now I exist nowhere but this room. Prison, sanctuary sanctified by incense and mellow tunes. There is no tomorrow as long as the curtains are…
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Again.
The gate is closed. Entrance upon exam, You’re hurt.
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