It’s like soft hotel porn, unsatisfying and sad …
Today is Black Tuesday, the one year anniversary of Brandy Rai’s death. I took the day off and spent it doing normal things, trying to stay distracted from the reality of knowing I don’t have him with me, that I won’t have him again till I’m gone. Read more »
In the garden of death, flowers bring the desperation of a million souls. No contention can ease the desperation of grasping for life like suspending ones self from a cliff, never intent on the spiraling disillusion of the life that is desired but unknown. Rising like a ocean of pleasantries, the morning sunrise brings mercy [...] Read more »
Most people dream at night, often never remembering them. That’s pretty normal. When people try to describe those dreams that they do recall, they never make sense to anyone but the dreamer. I dream at night just like everyone else, but I hardly ever recall them. The problem that I have is I tend to [...] Read more »