oh my faithful friend, you're like Hodor, holding onto the door of technology, lost in the past, but still in the present, struggling to stay alive, glitching out, as something more powerful, tries to install itself on you, my Dell Latitude, hold the door, there's still life in you yet.

Why am I Counting?

Why am I counting?, like it is going to make a difference, or feel any better, I could write a letter, but it'd go nowhere, posted into a drawer lost for eternity, but I am not a teenager, that's not how you deal with it anymore, you talk out loud, to yourself, to see if…Read more Why am I Counting?

Not to yourself

Don't look untill you're ready, not put yourself in that mind, do not do that, of which would be unkind, to yourself, do it when you feel you can, not before hand, or it may lead you into, a darker state of mind, its not for you to ponder on, to wonder if they are…Read more Not to yourself

Lament not, love

Lament not, love, for I do care, for I do cherish, for I do come to thy aid, for I do consider you in everything, lament not, love, I considered this, for a long time, no other have I asked, and clarity is what you gave me, lament not, love, when you look at the…Read more Lament not, love

Vices, rolling, fear; inhaled.

We all roll it up, burn it, inhale, and let go of our minds, the news is the skin that holds it all together, projecting a certain taste, while politics get you high off its wild ideas, catalysed by the tobbacco of the people, intoxicated on stress, the fear, In relationships, the skin is social…Read more Vices, rolling, fear; inhaled.