Sensory Overload

What does she know? I never should have cried. Never.

The Wait

All of it might be a blur. Might be.

The Word/Wordy/Worthy One

He comes crawling at night
Like a scheming serpent tendering the glistening apple.


A whisper.

Eat it, savor it, die from it.


He roasts, boils, grills it.
He bakes it with a cherry.
He feeds me with it.
He can slice it and bit by bit, put it in my mouth.
He lets me chew, swallow and choke from it.

I always hunger and hunger for another recipe, a new drown.

On Hiatus

The Witch is.

For now.

So many good things happening.

Maybe.

Snap Back

Or so I thought I was falling. Failing and ailing. There will always be that single, if not the last, nerve that will send you to restart. Not shutdown.

The world can sometimes give you a minuscule space to move around.

Box-office

Despite the murderous heat, a long, long queue of people wanting, needing.

A small bag of rice for the day to see life's next attraction.

El Terible

I have a stalker in the office.

Joy.