A heart of sadness, on a spectators’ pilgrimage to the regions of the unknown. I wish I knew. I wish I could recuperate.

Inside the gas station’s public restroom was an interesting looking old coo… that caught me off guard. He was wearing a heart-shaped eye…

I have a hole in my heart. Once a trusty pouch is now a conspiring pump that floods my insides with the dark red fury

My kingdom is both Fruitful and barren, Wise and idiotic, Splendid and fatal. How’s yours?

I grew up staring starry-eyed at t… of healthier men walking out of do… head held high while I kept their… It wasn’t something to really envy… and a fine nights sleep. No family…

I shall make for me some natural herb tea, my unquestioning remedy, for what, to me, remains elusive..… a good night’s sleep.

The lapel of my jacket held its wa… as I walked down the daring, dark… I couldn’t spell my own defeat as the passions of my vengeance un… Like a knight fighting for vain gl…

I sat in a lowly lit room in a harsh winter night, fallen into a sense of despair and feeling brutalized by life.

Has a road to it. For the living and the dying, for the distinct sensation of convenience and order. We live by convenience.

What is a name? Glorified ticket to fame? Or something else entirely? Are you a fallen tree in the fores… or are you a pair of ragged claws

Do I dare sing of love in the middle of the night? When ghosts of family past stand in my sight? They judge me

I remember the tired streetlights that emitted their hazy glow, discoloring the grass in the park. I remember the playful screams of my fast rambunctious friends,

Lined up the gunmen with sparkling garments, one by on… spelled doom for the poor prisoner who gazed at the setting sun. The pompous captain stood tall,

I view death as my friend. Sitting on my bed, playing a guitar for a weeping woman who has just lost a child. I view life as a mustard seed.

On the shoulders of giants, I stood defiant. Everything about me is original Except I did not create: the language I speak