Picture Books
I’m the slump in the chair
I’m the exhale at the end of the day
I’m a room full of strangers
I’m an addict’s skin
I’m a plate of fast food
I’m cheap cigarettes
I’m skunk weed
I’m settle
I’m hesitation
I’m the wake breaking a good dream
I’m the sleep ruining a good fuck
I’m traffic
I’m sweat
I’m a voided check
I’m the echo of a broken promise
I’m last rites
I’m first on the scene
I’m the tip of desperation
I’m the end of hope
This is a collection of journal entries. A compilation of thoughts that I have written in the margins of books, words scribbled out on the back of paper napkins and sentences taken from the lines of an old notebook. I doubt this will ever be read, But if you happen to stumble across it? Please be careful. Its all I have..
Friday
Picture Books
One Letter
May 24, 2026 I wrote a bit today. I played in the garden for awhile and I cleaned some algae off of a lily pad. I had to force myself to st...
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I woke up today around 3am. I tried to go back to sleep, drifting in and out of a conscience state. I woke up today following a night of s...
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I found love years ago, last month last week, and over the weekend. I found love today and I’ll find it tomorrow together, forever, and alw...
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Every night it's the same. It's been the same for months now, my mind is set on repeat and I am desperately trying to remember all ...