sha

this & that

he tried not to laugh but he chuckled like a hen

I am no writer, I simply write

you penciled out your hearts beat, adagio & allegro
though, ambiguous the key
I wrapped it amply, encompassing strings
though, it consumed all of me

It seems an elegy, the key?
oh, sweet dissolution of self

me?

translucent. cold.
you whispered spring between partial lips before winter met its’ end
I make ghosts shiver behind these walls

contort, fuck, distort, bend

break

them crooked vultures

Not a lot has changed

My lovely older cousin and myself

You don’t have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.

“

—

C.S Lewis

Observations of the natural world, living in close proximity to Homo sapiens concrete agenda

“We all got wood and nails
And we turn out hate in factories
We all got wood and nails
And we sleep inside of this machine”

sing the sky into flames

First the colours
Then the humans.
That’s usually how I see things.
Or at least, how I try.

HERE IS A SMALL FACT
You are going to die

I am in all truthfulness attempting to be cheerful about this whole topic, though most people find themselves hindered in believing me, no matter my protestations.Please, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that’s only the A’s. Just don’t ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.

“

—	Markus Zusak