Since Wednesday

I dreamt about you three times since Wednesday. You are an entity formed of many characters, a sum greater than its parts. A whole? I hope not. If you are whole then I am unneeded, excluded. If you are a whole then I am a parasite, leeching off your love for my livelihood. Because you fill a void, this heart echoes hollow without your teeming thoughts for this heart to pour into itself. I am dying, crinkling up from loneliness; I need you to need me, need me, drink my mind, live for my elixir of ideas. Emptiness eats me from the inside out
                                                                                      So I keep sucking you up, a bottomless loveless

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It's been a while since I posted....

... but I'm still alive! I just got caught up in other things...

You know how the cold steel carves into your heart. You know, I've seen your mangled soul. Trembling from toes to tip of the nose, you are the shell left after the monster scooped out your capacity to trust. Even your own thoughts lose their credibility in your eyes stripped of their shining filter. Everything is cardboard, false fronts, thin, crushable. You know that I know that the only thing either of us knows is that nothing can be known. We float in groundless space. We watch our bloody wounds drip into infinite abyss. The others, they are still living on islands of imagination. Would you give up your wisdom to heal? Would you re-smother yourself in innocence?

... so yeah, there's a brief poetical description of what's happened to me in the past year and a half.

Check out my new story, "Sylvia and Alexander," listed under "pages" on this blog. I'm really proud of it.