Fickle

What is happiness worth to one who only sees the subtle derision in every smile? Or in life- quick stolen moments, dulled by an artificial glow. What a brilliant play life sometimes dreams, in which the burden of being can be satiated with epiphanic measures- like plucking a single photon from the sunset. But here you are deceived- full … Continue reading Fickle

Abstract Diatribe

The earth is wet. Locked in thought as we trudge across this crimson landscape haunted by memories, and inundated with fleeting smiles (half grins polished over gaped mouths) Full of shit.   Lost within the herd each individual appropriately labeled costumed, and socially binding- writhing against the tepid bravado of our worth.   Instinctively anxious … Continue reading Abstract Diatribe