When everything has already been said, and metabolized, the body doesn’t brace any longer, there is no pull forward.
Only neutrality remains . But the body remembers, what the mind forgets.
Tag: wound
Night, take the load
If I’m always the strong one, I never have to find out what happens when I’m not.
The current pattern is not mysterious. It’s continuity.
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.
No Love
Call me cynical if you must. We all have our own philosophy on life and love. Everyone’s experience is uniquely subjective. And I have an earned level of discernment. Judge me if you must.
No one could ever break my heart, because I never expected love.
the Purgatory of a Broken Heart 