she knows (ptsd)

she knows. she knows it's ptsd. she knows it's flashbacks. she knows it's not weakness, she knows, but it haunts and it breaks. she knows. what she needs to do. to drop all the lingerings of attachment, to maintaining structured stability, so she can run off into the jungle, so she can scream out her... Continue Reading →

Carl

I met Carl on the east side of the city, in displaced wetlands like a carefully calculated structure of mismatched art. It was a Saturday. All good adventures begin on a Saturday, don't they? I'm not sure what I was looking for when I met him. A piece of beauty?  A moment of distraction? A... Continue Reading →

The Pain, The Teacher

You do not owe the world anything. You do not owe others an explanation. You do not need validation from the exterior. They will judge, But you do not need to give them your power. There are reasons of great depth, Why you are where you are, A place you do not fit in nor... Continue Reading →

Chapter 2

If something looks beautiful to you, something else must be ugly. If something seems good, something else must seem bad. You can’t have something without nothing. If no job is difficult, then no job is easy. Some things are up high because other things are down low. You know you’re listening to music because it... Continue Reading →

(Maybe) If I were

I know the place, I try to leave it when I sense it. Why nurse the chaos? All has been shown, unraveled. There is no undoing our reality. I move, I sleep, I eat, I dream of drinking. Sobriety is a curse. It doesn't matter The timing, The setting, The role I'm engaged in- I... Continue Reading →

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