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The Concord

The concord of thoughts swell my head into a fusion of sensory suffocation.

Pop; goes those aware.


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More Than Our Sum

Death is forcing yourself to love the thing that everyone enjoys taking for you.

Compliments on your work comfort you enough to convince yourself that, “this isyour calling.”

But your inner child screams, “this is only a fraction of what I am capable of.”

And your conditioned self continues to respond, “Are you sure?”


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Crawl In

I crawl in.

My body is elastic puddy; unable to coalesce.

No amount of interaction is able to change the make-up of my mind.
I am not fond of stillness either.

I tell myself that the lack I feel inside won’t last forever.
And while it is there to do what I can to buffer it.

True as the advice is, I hate it.

But not enough that rage replenishes the space devoid of action.
Not enough to convince me that stillness is better.

Resigned, I crawl in.
And let, rather than do.


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Mom cleaning the bed frame of the master bedroom…

Sept. 7, 2017

Me: What are you doing?
Mom: I’m cleaning so it will be in good condition for your inheritance.
Me: Why me? I don’t even have my own house yet.
Mom: Well, you should have one by the time I die.
Me: That’s wishful thinking. I like how logically you know that my younger siblings will have that in order long before I do.
Mom: *smiles*
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Of dire importance…

Aug. 27, 2017

Of dire importance, and spoken with a severity warning of mortal consequences…

Mom: On the third of September make sure to go to church to thank God for your life.

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Grasping for Ashes

It sucks when the memory of the last person you were with, which was the strongest thought to get you off, has begun to loose its potency.

The skeleton I have of him in my mind continues to deteriorate, making me feel like I am grasping for ashes to feel flames.

Pity, that the limitations of proximity make fuel hard to come by.

And the resources I have here, well, I’d rather watch superficial porn than fill myself with someone I don’t desire.