Esthệr

the people allowed the flood of information that was not their own to enter inside the portal of their minds. there, it took up space, there it lived. it crept into night visions. it took and took. it depleted the people as it grew, like a cancer to the host. like a virus, a pandemic.…

I seeded my thoughts with deep ambitions, and sowed my dreams – a mental garden of wild needs, planted in brain’s curiosity. I delved into my inner stores of mind loops, and twisted seams, and I sifted and plowed, unearthed my inner tree, overgrown with anxiety and choked by pain’s varicosity. An endemic that I…

I ruptured there, behind the old tales of decades past that sang like ancient bells, still ringing, and singing, and yearning to be revived. There’s a darkness within the realm of hard times and in the grim that shadows the earth in a blanket in deep dark wind. And, I tried to suppress, yes, I…

Write… just write. And the words peel away from my fingers, as I sit trying to sift through the nonsense of my mind. Shadowed figures dance between the two sides of my brain, creating circles of darkened rhymes. And here I am left amidst my own nuisances and own freewill, to try and grasp at…

you were my muse that inspired worlds, and I used you to paint my pictures with words. to try and express, the darkest parts of the healing within my mind. myself. to who? to you? no, you were a cloth that I adorned my wounds in. you were the bruise that I beat into for…

it never stops. this healing happens every single day.

an instant of differing perception to cast a shadow on a flowery gaze – a heart yearning for completion – a mind tricking, the joker plays – i found a moment of exaction, tainted by a moment of cause – i fed the animal of attraction and draped my wounds in a cotton gauze. i…

this is an entirely new chapter sculpted from the lessons that grew my soul. -thankful.

i’m sleepless, i lay wide awake, with memories and hopes and tales my mind creates, because falling into you, means falling out of him, and this breaks me entirely into again. -he always was my heart.

Today I wanted to write of the wonders in my world… ancient trees standing tall, leaves singing, an orchestra. The river dancing against rocks, creating melodies of zen. I even wanted to write of the way I feel inside, but the only word that would emerge after today was love. Sometimes that’s how I get…