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Claiming life, I hope…

I wrote a poem. The only thing it proved, is that I suck at poems. I wrote a post about depression. That sucked too. My depression sucked the big one. My depression had depression. Needless to say, I deleted both. it was depressing. II didn’t think a paragraph could hold so much depression. Besides, who says paragraph…

not to be

Not to be…

I’ve lived. I’ve died. I’ve lived again. I don’t see it. The rain stays the same. It pours, it drizzles, it enchants and disappoints. The people, they don’t change. They cry, they laugh, they pretend to. Like clockwork- All regular, all proper, all very appropriate… Me? I don’t know, although- I’ve always wondered… Why bother?…

my dreams

The dreams I dream

Dreams are inexplicable animals. They have a way of affecting us, like few things can. They make sense only to us. Asleep, we are defenseless. The normal barriers that we erect around us, the rationalizations that keep us sane, collapse, come nightfall. Being a part of civilization requires compromises on a daily basis. We play…