Dry as a bone
that’s had to
carve its flesh away
to remain as
any kind
of lifeform.


Quote #70

““I felt ashamed.”

“But of what? Psyche, they hadn’t stripped you naked or anything?”

“No, no, Maia. Ashamed of looking like a mortal — of being a mortal.”

“But how could you help that?”

“Don’t you think the things people are most ashamed of are things they can’t help?””
― C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces


Be with me in misery;
don’t leave me
for the freedom,

believing you’ve no need
of the attention
that I give.


Stay the audience
of my suffering,
this never-ending tragedy
that cannot bear to close.

It’s all the actors know,
and after all this time
how could their patterns change.

The only other way
is for the plays to end.

Searching and Planning

If one has forever been miserable
There is a constant search for happiness,
Thinking, “How can I find a way out
Of this vast web of nothingness”.

So one constantly thinks and plans
What might be best, but in the end
You’ve been repeating the same thoughts
Since you were eight years of age.

It’s trying to escape, desperately
Wondering how, how to do it?
And can searching and planning
Ever bring peace?
It’s a never ending cycle of disaster.

Quote #61

“I was always asking myself why. Why am I feeling this? Thinking that if I knew the cause I could find the cure. But of course there was no reasonable why, at least not in the present. I was awash in an accumulation of past feelings and future dreads, all similar, at least as far as my brain was concerned, and so, lumped together as one. But nobody can handle a lifetime of experience in one moment. That’s why depression crushes you.”
― Norah Vincent