This is a dismal paradigm that we've exposed our Selves to. Sad boys, so common and lonely. Dreaming up our own special hells (heaven included!); vomiting soft beauty and disgusted all the same.

I am constantly being kicked out of revery; faulty connections between my chakras and ringing in my ears from all the times I've wanted what I could never have.

Enchanted by vague fires on the horizon. Bodily, dusk swallows me whole. My chalice has sprung a leak that my spirit is laboring to repair. I stand by and watch, absently petting my insecurities.