May 10, 20231 min readCandleI am strings of desire knotted intricatelylike a candlewick.As they burn, I glowand weep at the darkness that neverabandons my feet.
I am strings of desire knotted intricatelylike a candlewick.As they burn, I glowand weep at the darkness that neverabandons my feet.
The ExecutionerI want to be more honest with myself but am extremely afraid of the brutality honesty requires. I pray the heart were strong enough to...
TraumaHow bad does the soul have to be wounded to always want something that doesn’t want it back with the same intensity? What kind of trauma...
LoveSometimes when I read Hugo, or Hemmingway, or look at old photographs of Dazai I wonder what must have it been like to be an object of...
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