All in poems letters & stories
Dearest of all beings in the world - Renee,
You are amazing. I love you. I love you so much sometimes I feel like I need to beat you up with words so you don’t get too full of yourself. Humbleness is a great quality to possess you see, as is humility.
no reason to feel uncertain, unloved, except the devil inside my head.
Feeling an ethereal and eternal happiness, tears of sadness still streak down my cheeks. Your face appears.
I read because I know what I don’t know. And because I don’t know what I don’t know. I read because it turns what I don’t know I don’t know, into what I know I don’t know, into what I know, and that helps me grow.
You asked me what it was about being alone that I liked...
I like the silence, the sound of nothing filling the air, save my breath. Sometimes I like the sound of music - that of my favorite artist, filling the room, my room. Without anyone telling me quieter, louder or skip to the next track.
there's a fire that burns where the air is dry
life: a question, death: its reply a tender goodbye stay ’til our present slips into the past it’s all that i ask
It is such that moments come and go,
beings birthed and swept away by death.
The stars that shine down on us brilliantly,
expired eons ago.
"– you know, I’ve either had a family, a job, something has always been in the way but now I’ve sold my house, I’ve found this place, a large studio, you should see the space and the light...
little bright lights levitate in the grey misted sky.
there are times when it feels good to be naked BARE with another her body next to mine warm and trembling her imperfections dissolve into perfections as we melt into one.
in a city of over 10 million, on this night, she found herself alone. in mind, body, and soul. it had been some time since she last felt this way. she had fought against feeling this way for so long, denied its existence entirely and as a matter of fact, found distractions to disable them, however temporarily.
i dreamt last night. i don't dream that often anymore. wait, that's not true. someone once told me that we always dream, but most of the time, we just don't remember them. well, i dreamt last night. i know i did because i remember it. i remember it pretty well. i remember it pretty well because i was paralyzed by fear.
i'm falling into the rabbit hole i've fallen so deep in i don't know if i'll ever be able to get out suffocation easy and i like it
How small we are
in the grand scheme of things
that is this life, this planet, this galaxy, this universe
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking
he says time is a tangible thing...
it happened quickly, an indistinguishable blur, like in one of those movies where they fast-forward everything, so that the people look as though they're skating through space, lifelessly, the clouds travel speedily through the air, the trees appear blown by gusts of wild winds, the buildings... the only things stagnant. it happened like that, but with the things inside what was once my home.