fun.

alone on a Friday night, not mad at anyone but yourself, but because it’s so much inside you it makes you hate everything outside you, everything you see. it’s your fault, and you’re surprised that everything you do to make yourself unhappy has finally worked. it’s a small wave. it washes away as it quickly…

no better reason to change | story

doth excerpt; reality and the love for human perception “To speak on perception for a moment, it is actually quite a curious occurrence. Would you like to hear about it? Oh, perfection! I am very sorry to go on so long, but I feel it is partially relevant to your question of the ‘how’ I…

to be with | poem

get off the road and turn to the side to start the coughing there’s blood in your hand you’re the man I want to be with to be seen with I see no flaw in you I think you’re flawless from the way you look at me I love your every kiss only the ones…

Love and Understanding | Chapter 10

rough draft of demons of their heart excerpt. a trip to town. It was the coldest night of the season, and Santhan insisted Amalla dress for it.  Instead, the being had decided to wear a knee length dress of fern green and daisy white velvet that hugged the shoulders scooped at the neckline. Amalla’s new…

love of a divine

doth excerpt It was a sensation he believed he never could experience–that collective feeling and mutual sentiment that made two individuals completely bound in genuine oneness. A sentiment they both had shared upon their initial meeting, but one that would only be a modicum compared to what they each held for one another in the…

darkness

“Only darkness exists in my mind if a moment does not hold you in it. It is an essential darkness of potential, but I have been afraid for so long that I have hidden myself within it, too afraid to fully move past the false security it has gifted to me. It has confined and…

definition | one sentence story

If I didn’t define myself for myself, I would be crushed into the perceptions and constructed fantasies of others and eaten alive. ~Sammicakes

Talking to a Memory | Saturday Writings

“I do not have any memories. Well… that is a lie. That is… I do not have any memories that do not have you in them. There is existence before you, of course, and while it is vast, it is ultimately blank and shapeless. It is void of feeling and purpose. The only parts that…