Lost Love Lust

Categories: My life.

• aegrescit medendo.

  Much like you, the wind blew cold and bitter.
  It was time to mourn for my heart, so I wore black from the start.
  The doors opened, and fate just didn’t want to wait.
  My eyes were heavy, my soul, worth but only a penny.
  Feelings?
  Of those you didn’t have any.
  To the rule of thumb, you made me numb.
  It’s [...]

• acta non verba.

  I knock on the door.
  The dried out wood cracks under my knuckles as I thump lightly, hoping nobody will answer.
  But someone does.
  An old man with frantically arranged white hair opens the door and says,”What have you come here for?”
  “The truth.”
  “The truth, which truth?”
  “The one I believe.”, I say as I make a step forward.
  “What you [...]

• autolysis of 32°F.

  It’s been a lonely night for this writer.
  I pour some Captain into a glass.
  Cheers to being happily miserable.
  I write to empty my soul, not my glass.
  I played jazz on my drive home from work.
  I’ve probably smiled 400 times today, and not once sincerely meant it.
  I’ve wished hundreds of  “good evenings” and given “thank yous” to [...]

• Drive C: soul.

  I like that its cold in this room.
  The light clicking of the keys implies words being created.
  This desk is gray, the screen white.
  It’s all primary.
  Innate.
  The computers are much like the human body.
  Silent, somber, and sedated on the outside.
  On the inside, vibrant, violent, and voracious.
  Much like the soul, these computers contain portals to the outside world.
  A [...]