there’s so much life that took place when its occupant

drew breath — but why is that so easy to forget?

my emotional palette has lost so much color

that rainbows are a gray of seven shades

the roiling core that produced

feeling and wrought the landscape

with passion so hot it melted rocks

and made mountains

is dead.

it’s cold and it’s dead.

wretchedness, agony

cataclysm, then reprieve

a chance to breathe

just got my first vaccine shot

this is a sepulcher

i feel more like the curator of a museum

than an explorer of new frontiers

how can the absence of something

be so oppressive?

nothing take on the weight of 

everything?

like drawing breath in a vacuum

but instead of brain cells it’s your 

spirit that dies of hypoxia

locked in ice by the whims of caprice

my heart was frozen in a glacier

gradually breaking off in

bits and pieces as i

nearly fell to

pieces

life was abominable

but i’m indomitable

i’m so fucking pathetic when i drink

it’s disgusting. utterly nauseating

“his trajectory was different than anyone else’s, but he arrived. he arrived at being such a solid guy”

jamie thomas about ryan sheckler