It is a firestorm that rages and whirls within my body, that no hand of sanity can smother.   My innards burn, my blood boils, the flesh upon me bubbles.   Sane, as I may have been before, the virtues that encased this body with innocence has long but...

As I remember, I learn to forget the buoyant memories that linger. When I am foundering, I resurface, only to drown in the world’s stigma.    As masking as the calm, glassy sheet segregating this pond of thought is, this curtain between dreams and the world has...

I took a drink to disappear into my own mind. There I am whirled in the boiling presence of a thought-ridden hell. So many delusional rumors expanding. finding their way through a suddenly permeable moral barrier. The confines from which my bones have...