I was getting too friendly with the demons in my head when I should have chased them away. Nonetheless, the past few days have been crazy. My body has been shedding too much skin I've yet to accustom myself to this new found feeling. History wraps around my heart slowly integrating itself being one with it. This acceptance of life has wrecked the equilibrium that once held its place against the strongest of waves. A redemption with every waking moment. Insanity at its best.

I miss the night without it screaming at me.

raison d'être

I exist and that is my problem.

social anxieties.

Priscilla Ahn,

Garden State.

It's good.

All's good,

At least for a little while.

Is this it?

This is it,

It is only the intangible things that I'd steal from you. What good will the tangible do when you're no longer around but remind me of the remnants of what never happened. I can only have you for such a brief moment. Thoughts and soul we'd trade. You'd ask then about my heart but my heart is of no use when it's cold and bitter. What I want is for you to be stripped and vulnerable but who would be brave enough.