"When you sleep do you see an angel in dying lights?Or can you see someone standing outside trying to set you alight?"- In Bad Dreams, Crippled Black Phoenix Life that we know of this world seems to exist as a continuum for most of us. Stars line the skies and the waves crash on the... Continue Reading →
Days Of Lull(-aby)
Photo by Dương Nhân from Pexels The days pass by like breaths on a window glass, creating a wall of mist, only to disappear and get replaced by another wall of mist. Freedom was all I wanted, I wonder. Freedom from going to work. But am I really free? Moderately, a voice says. In Keira Knightley's words from... Continue Reading →
Briefly Awake, Mostly Alive
The rep crossed the fiftieth mark and I let out a grunt. My aim is to reach sixty today. I am listening to Maynard Keenan repeat "Pushing me" all over again and again. I can feel the strain in my arms; the muscles contracting, wailing to not be put in that position, but I tell... Continue Reading →
Lamentations
I hear no sound, no music profound, But the beatings of my solitary heart, A lullaby calling thus slumber, “Sleep, fellow, sleep.” A thousand sweat I shed, so did A thousand drops from mine eyes, To no avail I toiled, just to be With the beatings of my solitary heart. Slumber brings me to her... Continue Reading →
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