Yes.

A ghost, transparent and cold, floating nearby. Foolish spirit knows it cannot be with the corporeal. All there is left to do is exorcise the being away. But you don’t need priests when you have two eyes and a bleeding heart.

The Bottom

I’m standing at the edge. Looking down. The wind is blowing gently. 71 degrees and cloudy. Nothing prepared me for this. A mirror held to my face. Bird’s eye view of me hanging over the railing. A million millions of trees. Every color I can think of. My skin is porcelain. My eyes are transfixed. A long way down. The ground.

Two Heads

I will not forget what I saw with my own fucking eyes. This is the truth. This is reality. Shaking hands. Water on the screen. Disbelief.

9

What the fuck is real? Is a person not but a collection of perception and introspection? Who is the victor in the battle between who we are and who we are perceived to be? Does effort not count when evaluating ones worth? What is the self? Who are we really?

Fallen

My eyes have forgotten what art looks like.

I no longer have wings.

Just Returning Your Call

Today, your voice melted my heart and I wept for a lifetime. Your eyes still in my mind. Your hair still running through my fingers as if you were standing right in front of me. You and I are real and this pain I feel is too. I miss our time and your voice just flooded me with thoughts and dreams. My soul has wandered around and collapsed and yours has reached your hands and wiped away my tears and held me. Thank you for breathing life into your words and me.

Fucking Who Cares

Feeling alienated again. Feels like 10 steps back. Loneliness and starvation. Massive holes in my heart and mind. Feel stretched and snapped. I don’t smile anymore. I don’t laugh. Who am I ? Nobody.