I’ve lost sight of my boundaries
again.How can something be right if thereare no parameters to govern sucha concept?Is existence itself proof of what is right?Or does the existence of error nullifythat argument?There has been no powerrevealed to us—–save those that we created ourselves,that can judgeright or wronggood or badwithin an infinite context.Our perception creates our worldBut where does our perception […]
What am I talking about?
The frantic scriblles of a madmanThe regurgitation of a sick manThe productivity of a recluseThe result of insomniaThe transcendental recordings of a wise manThe blood of a masochistThe songs of a loverThe praise of a priestThe death of a childThe lens towards beautyThe veil to realityThe path to destructionThe road to salvationThe ink on this […]
Light is the left hand of Darkness
In that momenteverythingisone thingisa momentisbreathing
It hurts too much to write right now
I’ve been trying so hard to live without painbut the instantaneous dissipationof the only words I could mutterhas left the room empty.The reverberations of your footstepshave dissolved into the infinite,leaving mecold, trembling, and alone.
I am mortally inclined to feel
Purged of faith
the soul despairswhen forced to ask,what is a soula concrete answereludes usIs this because our soul is fluid?or because the idea of a soul is the resultof anthropocentric delusions of grandeur?Can we call the results ofprescribed fantasies,false instructions,misleading guidance…delusions?They are not the result of yourown poor reasoning.There are the product ofanother’s inability to peer into […]
no faith maybe hope
There you are,a single entitycomprised of infiniteconstituents:A pastthat has brought you to thispresent,all of which will dictateyour future,while I lay in bedreviewing,processing,analyzing,wondering,losing focus ofthe present,caught up in a search—a maddening desire—to understandthe infinite.I refuse to havefaith,but I will try to retain somehope.
An Ode to My Friend
we’ll start off in quantifiable terminology Over the past few months, you became my best friend.One of the few that would indulge my pseudomeaningful babble.We spoke over Bananagrams, tea, and nicotine til 5amand turned to beseech the sun:Please, just…don’t.You allowed me to present my chain of reasoning that proposes Zeno did not hand us a […]
