Inspiration, however mundane, sweeps you off your feet. Today, I’m inspired by the emptiness inside. It almost catches me off guard at times. I’ve just graduated high school, and where I should be feeling excitement, relief, and pride, I feel dread and regret. I desperately wish to wake up to any day prior to thatContinue reading “As the lights dim”
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A Dream Shard
My dreams unfailingly show the surprising intersection of my most human desires, it’s not uncommon. A little game, between my subconscious and I. Every night desire takes centre stage, but slips away before the moon meets the horizon. My dream yesterday though, couldn’t have been clearer. It was your face in the most exquisitely exceptionalContinue reading “A Dream Shard”
My Corpse Garden
i can’t escape the corpse garden. there is no exit, it’s everywhere and nowhere all at once. its reality as much as it is fantasy, with equal parts traumatic hallucination. the severed heads bear a striking resemblance to fan palms, the gnarled fingers almost like twigs, grasping for anything that moves. it stinks of rottingContinue reading “My Corpse Garden”
Literary Musings 