We fail to remember that the ones we ignore, will not be there one day, for us to do so.
The finality of the end, for all of us, should never be taken for granted.
Tag: darkside
Silk, Before the Severing
A shade nocturnal in the midnight court.
Obsidian chains making sinister music as the procession approaches from the rear.
After issuing countless condemnations, she grows bored.
Finally, her eyes gently close as she drifts into picturesque reverie.
Blowing through my
On memory, fantasy, and the body’s refusal to stay in time.
Congeniality
Not warmth, but compliance.
Not harmony, but smooth erasure.
A practiced ease that asks nothing back,
that reflects what is wanted
until the wanting forgets itself.
Courteous anesthesia.
A social smile pressed flat against the glass,
polite enough to disappear inside it
Subsumed by the Mirror
The mirror is not good or bad, it’s simply neutral.
No harm in staying for bit, or being flattered by the reflection. But you don’t stay there. You don’t live in it and let it consume you.
Remember the difference between the puppet and the puppeteer.
the Purgatory of a Broken Heart 