When I look in the mirror I’m looking for someone who looks like me
On Solitude; Secret; If I Die Today It’s Not My Intention; Taking the Body Apart and Putting It Together; Under the Tent
Light and Other Forms of Fire; Clock Faced; Daffodils of autumn; Untethered pages from the hymn of the damned; Self-embodiment of sorrow
Daffodils of autumn
Do you know why the stars never fail the night when it’s young and early? We’ve lost more time drawing ourselves into a tomorrow we aren’t in.
IT; Not For Sissies; Funeral Mass; Bedding the Pale Goddess; Ars Poetica—Kind Of
For The Beatles IT was yeah, yeah, yeah, IT was across the universe. Dylan found IT in the captain’s tower between Ezra and Eliot, or possibly in the tightrope walker’s pants.
Pretty Boys, Nurse, Cryptic Habituation
Moving restively through a corridor of dust. A beep of a car alarm being armed reminds me of a fire consuming a town.
In Media Res; All Chameleon Like; Chilli Peppers Left Afloat; Remembering Things, but Weirdly; I Want a Bite of that Cupcake
I am a chameleon among skinks; Species and species not mixing. So, they talk, And I blend in.
Ouroboros
...what I mean is does it have to hurt to mean something?