this time I choose to drift away by not echoing the sound of projection and reality deafening collision knot my own tongue and put my ego inside a cabinet afraid to catch any stray bullet for I am just another shard from a fractured image of relentless strive for ideal--

infinitely close to zero if you're asking me the probability of emerging conscious life out of nowhere at this equally minuscule chance to form a life bearing, planet size space rock so whenever you're feeling down, or drowned just remember these bread crumbs solid matter existed only after brutal...Read more

Rain or shine First snow, or yellowing leaves You are the weather And I am Earth, your humble abode--

He had sung every note, whistled every tone, spoken every syllable, hummed every rhythm. He held it long enough to echo across the great forest— a hymn of loneliness, a call for companions. But it never returned, nor did he expect it to, for he was the last songstress bird, a cadence of willful e...Read more

weary swings, mended cracks wobbly gait, screaming joints a dive in, parts of the routine pulling out leftover bit of those glorious days spilled here and there amidst roar, and cough of the old tinkered exhaustion doesn't seep in it's always there— with each ups and downs a verdict car...Read more