My adoration is deteriorating as I expose the extinction of loyalty.
I find that my fatuous behavior was pathetic; an endeavor to enchant royalty.
My cave is now somehow brighter with the serenity of my discovery,
yet I await in anxious fretfulness, recognizing that nonchalance will be pivotal in my recovery. Continue reading →
His eyes personify what anguish can awake,
glowing of deprivation; a mural of forsaken ache.
Retaining his broken wings, he struggles to soar
through life unaffected by those that implore
to discover the essence beyond his guarded shore. Continue reading →
Every year end, without fail, I bitch and moan about how the year wasn’t what I expected or wanted and how much better I plan to make the following year. I know I do this, yet it never stops… much like a nervous tick or when you can’t stop tonguing that sore in your mouth. Mistakes and regrets, flaws and weakness – Why can’t I get my shit together? Continue reading →