I wrote because of their inability to nurture me. I wrote to conceal the truth that life was filled with pain and that true beauty could only come from that pain. I wrote to simply disguise that pain.

Because without the lows, the highs would seem pointless.

nevermore will i lie in the wake of your ambivalence

embrace this moment and taste my breath to take you away from inevitable death

For this nirvana, I willingly give in to the numbness of my wrist.

I want to towel off, leave my heart on this beach and walk the sand into a lake of stars, while never looking back.

I would give my lungs to the fish so that they may rise out of the water and feel the wind.

I’ll search and I’ll find her again even if I have to swim in my own tears.

My thoughts are with you all. Forever conscious of the vast, absurd universe and writing my eternal story I shall remain dead, but dreaming.

at night i loved her at night i waited under the tarp at night i watched her looking up at the stars dreaming of a better time to watch me