this small coffin of isolation recycles my every breath into air as fresh as that found in an open meadow in early spring yet it is darker than nothingness itself, and my movement is restricted by the coffin walls that hide me away, craving light i break free and dig my way to the surface... Continue Reading →
Book Review: Kokoro
Kokoro by Natsume Soseki Edwin McClellan (Translator) 1914. 248 pages. Genre: Japanese Literature, Classic, Historical Fiction Final Rating: 5 out of 5 stars Summary: Kokoro, meaning 'heart', is a tantalizing novel about the friendship between a young man and an enigmatic elder whom he calls Sensei. Set in the early twentieth century, when the... Continue Reading →
token friend
textbooks tell me humans are social creatures. humans need interaction to thrive. humans need to love and feel loved. anti-social. introvert. shy. weird. awkward. negative. crazy. those are my names. the names on my collar. the names i respond to. friends. people who care. only... they don't. they are friends so long as i remember... Continue Reading →
Inside a Box Office Booth
The time ticks slowly as this madness swallows me. I hear only the sound of a cold breeze. Slithering across the glass, it stands between me and the abyss that I have gazed upon since the setting of the sun. What if it were to shatter? Would I be sucked out by the chilling wind?... Continue Reading →
