Should there be a flood, What you shall do is turn it to steam. Then, you must harvest it, rid it of its poisons, and drink it well going forward.

Should there be a flood, What you shall do is turn it to steam. Then, you must harvest it, rid it of its poisons, and drink it well going forward.
Is it a result of my own actions, the consequences of which remain unbeknownst to me that I live in this quintessentiality? My luck, not to be reckoned with - For it continues to beckon my patience - Its tolerance degenerating, and my threshold for it is shaken, as I persist through this reality. In …
As he fell from a great distance, he waited for the other shoe to drop - just like the movie, Holes, which he loved to watch when he was younger. And it did, except this was not a children’s book nor movie. This was his life - And the shoe was metaphorical, but it dropped …
Circling the drain,I’m wide awakeIn my sleep. I feel the love of pain,In our words,As we speak. I feel it building now,This urge we cannot tame. I hear her speaking now,“The love we never made In our heartsTo forgetThe truthWe never gave To the partsWe regretAnd hold ontoThe same It’s never leaving us,The wounds we …
All around me All I hear is silence. It is deafening- Except, still, I can feel the sound of my breathAlong with the beating of my chest. I can make out the sensations Of my eyes’ movements Underneath my eyelids - A new awareness I wouldn’t have otherwise had - Had I not been in …
Doesn’t it feel as though, every seven days, time resets, in a way? One might even feel a similar jolt of energy at the start of each day - as we are granted the ability to re-create one’s self after a good night’s rest -Though the nights, not countless -Because - By its nature, a …
The doctor wrote me a note that day… (not something I thought I would ever need again after finishing school). The note said something along the lines of, “under no circumstance should she be allowed back to work in the next 7 days until she comes back the following Monday and is cleared after re-evaluation.”
Dear Fear, I have wasted much of my life because of you. You are the idea which perpetually hangs over and onto me: purely a notion which I seem to have invented. You are the tension I feel in the racing of my mind which only shows me all the treacherous possibilities that lie ahead, …