Grief is a big feelingthat comfortably stretches out over timeexpanding & contractingunable to be contained She will consume you if you let herthe deep dark cavernous hallsshe’ll show you deep inside The fire burnsbut does she devour inwards or outwardswhat is life without suffering,the perfect partner to pleasure My tears they fall like rainand yetContinue reading “what doesn’t kill you”
Tag Archives: existential
reflections on being
I struggle to write the right thing,always concerned with if I sounddeep enough, consumable enoughlike, would I like this if I read it on instagram? Is it relatable enough? Trendy enough?Did I reference the right thing? Do I have the right problems?Or is it just obvious and contrived. Is this my inner critic?Or a glimpseContinue reading “reflections on being”
the multiverse theory
People are so concerned with themselvesno one cares how they hurt otherseveryone is too obsessed with their own worldto ever notice anyone elses’. We speak of multiverses as if it’s some sci-fi theoryyet it exists in front of our very eyeseach person lives their own creationyours, slightly different than mine. How much more enriched we’dContinue reading “the multiverse theory”
wherefore for art thou, existence?
Perhaps just to be sentient is enough. Does life need a purpose or meaning, or is it enough to just be? Is BEING, consciousness, experience, enough to be worth it? In this moment, it feels like it is. To experience life, to feel it, and not only that, but to influence it. Your existence, noContinue reading “wherefore for art thou, existence?”
escapism
Can you feel it? The call, the call to the unknown. The urge to run to flee to frolic to just fucking go. I hear the wind and I close my eyes and I imagine myself light as air, floating through time and space just going, somewhere else, some other time. I feel restless allContinue reading “escapism”
pre dreams
what thefuckamI doing. you know?you ever get those late night, what the actual fuck is going on vibes? like what am I doing and why I am here? oh and by the way, did you realize the progression of time was a fucking thing?fuck. my chest gets tight and I…….. hit another bowl,to be honest.Continue reading “pre dreams”
conversations with myself
it’s kind of like a deep and painful apathy, like it’s not that I want to die I’m just so painfully aware of the pointlessness and desolate loneliness of life….and then I wake up to a new day and nothings as bad as it seemed under the cloud of night.
pretty words for wicked girls 