Aphorism On Insomnia

Life is analogous to the suffrage of the insomniac. Just as one lays all night, we lay our whole lives, in delusion, and yearning for rest, from the experience of the day.

Seizure Of The Soul

A poem/complaint about my unfortunate health conditions. Feeling it tonight… Tremors – beyond control! Insomnia – beyond my sanity! Seizures – death to my soul… Seizures. Another seizure. Another life flashes before my eyes and burning from within-without. Shaking, convulsing, Internally, Externally, and Wherein, I am but a conduit betwixt two opposing, and abject currentsContinue reading “Seizure Of The Soul”

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