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.

today i plucked one of my feathers out, three thousand to go. one by one, each darker than the last.

i want to be merciless with your body, nor with your soul using my word. yell and yell at you, cry and break the rage through fists at me.

i need to stop falling in love with people who i won't talk to somewhere between two days, two months, a year.