blasphemic provocation

my flowers are dying and my bookshelf reminds me of everything i might have to give up.

i've been all talk and no submission, i've been all mind and no provocation.
i speak blasphemy from my pedestal and once believed i was invincible.

this is the real world, honey.

sleepless words

i wore grandma's beads and took a deep breath. it was for her. weeks of sleepless days and nights and it came down to that. there were hours of driving and flowers and sometimes i forget how lucky i am. a night like this reminds me who's there, who really understands. my life is motivated by words, but sometimes they're really not enough.