actuallydáel

if stars fell horizontally and at a constant speed, then i would've seen the pleiades tonight, but i did not see the pleiades tonight, only dead skies impaled by endless streetlights,

trigger warning: blood, vomit, abuse, panic attacks, medication, psychiatry, self-harm

i start to wonder if maybe earth is just god's empty house that He left centuries ago, whose wood is now rotting on the outside, paint falling off and incomplete staircases. i wonder what did it mean when i cut myself with the shard of glass from the broken window of the stones that people threw inside.

Today, the sea, my sea, has been struck by a lightning of divine justice, but it has not killed her. The electricity fills the water that lay before me with form, here by the white sand, and like Lazarus she rises from her tomb, waving her currents to the sky.

a beautiful paragraph written by my good friend dan, and a poem inspired by it.

When you write His name, you do so with a capital H, because to you, He may as well be God.

The sunset over the plateau as seen from my train.

i hate the endless whirring of electricity flowing through the cables that power my every block of metal.

“the fortune teller, crazy woman”, i sit in my living room, hands on my magic device, seeing not so far into the future.

do you ever go to sleep laying on your side and feel like your entire ribcage is collapsing in itself?