Oblivius

untame me soft and unfocused the universe spins and shrinks around me I am a giant in this chromatic aberration yet I am absent, fragmented light dancing for stained glass galleries consume me with your color fringed eyes express movement with me fluorescent intent in each of our strokes— flat black paint pulled across alabaster…

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Oblivius: A Gallery

There exists a dissonance when you finally acknowledge that which had previously gone unnoticed. It’s all subconscious consumption and blissful unawareness until you wake up one morning in a bed you’ve woken up in dozens of times before to find yourself someplace new– it is here you find yourself, once oblivious, now in love over…

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Bitter

maybe it’s the dark, acidic coffee I refuse to take any other way or the wind lashing at my exposed neck this autumnal morning it could be the disgusting cigarettes I smoke too much or the anxiety that shakes me I feel it coming like knots in my throat like frozen dark chocolate and there’s nothing…

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