The best secrets are the secrets we keep from ourselves, our dreams. The nocturnal narratives that play about in our minds as we slumber...

Often I find myself seeking something. Sometimes I’m seeking space. Sometimes I’m seeking nothing. Sometimes I’m seeking grace....

Often I find myself seeking something. Sometimes I’m seeking space. Sometimes I’m seeking nothing. Sometimes I’m seeking grace....

A new hell, erupted– from the ruins of a broken city, from the walls of a country turned penitentiary, from the homes of thousands...

A new hell, erupted– from the ruins of a broken city, from the walls of a country turned penitentiary, from the homes of thousands...

Back again, outside. still thinking. Thinking of everything. Thinking of nothing. Thinking too little and far too much. Thinking...

Back again, outside. still thinking. Thinking of everything. Thinking of nothing. Thinking too little and far too much. Thinking...

I woke up this morning. Of all of the miracles of the universe; I woke up today. I looked in the mirror and saw a face. It was not...

I woke up this morning. Of all of the miracles of the universe; I woke up today. I looked in the mirror and saw a face. It was not...

The best secrets are the secrets we keep from ourselves, our dreams. The nocturnal narratives that play about in our minds as we slumber...

The best secrets are the secrets we keep from ourselves, our dreams. The nocturnal narratives that play about in our minds as we slumber...

I’m over you. Just not the way you make me feel. You make me feel… existentially real, like retracted sensations from the color wheel....

I’m over you. Just not the way you make me feel. You make me feel… existentially real, like retracted sensations from the color wheel....

The Drift of the Hunt It’s strange that I don’t know if this moment is real, Suddenly time stops and gravity sits still. The howling...

The Drift of the Hunt It’s strange that I don’t know if this moment is real, Suddenly time stops and gravity sits still. The howling...

I sit alone outside. Its quiet outside, the quiet is nice. I listen, I stare. I smell, I taste, I feel, I think. I think of you. I think...

I sit alone outside. Its quiet outside, the quiet is nice. I listen, I stare. I smell, I taste, I feel, I think. I think of you. I think...

Its appalling yet awesome, its awing yet awful my acknowledgements are also all aimed on auto, But beware the benevolent, boring yet...

Its appalling yet awesome, its awing yet awful my acknowledgements are also all aimed on auto, But beware the benevolent, boring yet...

If I could make a wish, just one wish. I would wish that every day was December 25th. So we’d remember what it meant. We’re so caught up...