When I feel lost and all beyond controls When my heart wanders and finds not my own heath I think so much on my far away friends I wonder what their destinies are beneath The fray of chat the back and forth of text Seeking after opinions moods positions Philosophical stances askance Finding posts an...

I constructed this hell hole not with ill will, but from moments that I lied to myself and spoke of survival.It's constructed of regret sewn with silence, a space in which I experience everything too loudly, too deeply and yet, no one listens. I fear being alone,but my decisions resonate louder than...

I have a curse not of will, but forced upon me,a shadow that follows every connection I make. Loneliness seeps in,like a slow pain beneath the flesh sadness heavy,silent yet persistent.When intimacy flowers,silence creeps in like a thief.Words disappear,trust tethers,and self-doubt scratches its way...

For a society to function, its veins must be flowing with chivalry; if they aren’t, we erupt into chaos. Scorching chaos. The worst kind of chaos. For the most persuasive of men—from Lincoln to King—have been the politest of debaters, for we think those who are politest are also the most credible. B...

Feeling misunderstood—a universal human experience, one we cannot bear without despair, one we cannot think of without tormenting ourselves; to most, all we want is to be understood, for where else would warmth reside, what other sweet embrace could we ever wish to be consumed by? Is not understandi...