Life, curveballs and struggling with depression

I keep telling myself that everything will be okay even though I have no hope that they will.



And then I think maybe The drunkenness fuels the truth Exhibits the loneliness Foretells the pain Exhibits to the world How I feel I’m insane See I’ve always been alone I just never noticed until now I try so hard to blend in To be apart of the crowd But the fact is I’m not…

Late Nights at a Diner

I’m sitting in a diner At 2am I’m in the company of strangers Well… I wouldn’t say, strangers One is my brother, another is his girlfriend and their mutual friend But it’s unfamiliar because I’m not used to their company, it’s weird to me If I were with friends, it’d be different I’d be laughing We…


It’s a bad condition but not all buildings were meant to stay standing.


i apologize for the typos and whatever bad grammar may be present in this post, i’m slightly intoxicated as per stated in the title. i’d also like to apologize for the lack of content in the past couple of months. times are heard, we grow weary and distant. that’s just the way it seems to…

Avec amour, de la Corneille

Why do we fear death? Is it because we don’t understand it or is it because we don’t know what happens once you die?

The Lost Fish in the Blood Sea

I can’t breathe… I feel like I’m suffocating but I’m in the clear. I’m fully intact and functional but why do I feel this way? Maybe it’s all in my head? My vision’s gone dark and I hear nothing but white noise; I’m so afraid. My heart is beginning to race and my chest is hurting….

Who am I?

Now, this is just me thinking out loud…or to myself rather. Wondering why we are the way we are. In what exact moment in time did we become this person that we see in the mirror every day because it seems we never truly know or can pinpoint that exact moment in time. Why is…


Feed me.  Words.  Pictures Stories Visions Feed me love  Heartbreak The butterflies in my stomach  The bright, immaculate joy on your face  Feed me an existence unhindered by the societal norms  A mind full of wonder Enlightened  Unconventional  Feed me your art  What makes you, you Your complexities  Insecurities  Your dreams Your fear  Feed me…

Re: I love you 

Of.  Regarding.  Concerning.  Love.  I wouldn’t say this is an admission of any sort.  I never loved you but I said it once. Or twice… Why? Because I thought I did.  You see, I’ve grown so accustomed to writing about things I’ve never felt that i fooled myself into believing that my words were true….