life path
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I’M BLOW TORCHING MY LIFE
AND IT’S ALL ON PURPOSE! Action. Real action; is all I crave. Why must I be like this? A poet? at best. An ARTIST of life; painting my days as the most beautiful gruesome scene there is. Art. HA! Something I know nothing of—-sure. And that is why while you’re…
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Keep the streets empty for me
There’s nothing more prevailing than the silence. Biting of the lips until they bleed dripping on unknown territory. It doesn’t matter what you tell me anymore I’ve lost myself to the night. At this point I’ll never tell you my purpose for I don’t know. I have always been in…
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Setting my life ablaze one day at a time
How dare I show my face here; how dare I show my face anywhere. Digging myself into a hole I may never get out of—voluntarily. My life has always been one of search and exploration; now it’s become one of craving and romanticism. I told my mom the other day…
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The night is young and so am I;
as I sit in the middle of this space listening to songs in languages that aren’t my first. A show I watched yesterday told me something only I could hear. It said something along the lines of: I’m so fixed on this idea I have for my life, what I…
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I’ve been receding back to my spiritual roots
Lately, I’ve found myself coming back to the teachings I once knew that began it all. What does it mean? My worst habit is tying some mystical meaning to everything that happens in my life. It means you go through phases. You’re going through a phase—again. This is what I’ve…