• The deafening noise my heart makes

    It’s as if you’re pulling your fingers through the darkness within me with all your words and your voice and all of that art and the desire to burn all my bridges, to sail all my ships to completely surrender in the face of the deafening noise my heart makes…

  • Just keep on trying

    Have you ever looked into the mirror and seen nothing but despair staring back at you from behind your own eyes? Have you ever felt stress coiling around your chest like a boa constrictor, for weeks and weeks? Have you ever looked around you only to find a world that…

  • Too much light far too soon

    I sleep all right, but still I’m so tired. It’s that time of year, I guess. When the light wakes up before I do and hurts my eyes. Making mud from snow and hurrying the flowers up from their beds while I’m left way behind. I wish I was ready…

  • Inexplicable delight

    Maybe sometimes happiness has a reason. But I think most of the time you simply find yourself with happiness thrust upon you, while you seek to rationalise to yourself the cause of this emotion. This has its uses, I’m sure; if you can identify correlations that may help you do…

  • Progress

    My desktop is nowhere near as messy as my mind is. Apparently it’s been four years since I took a course in statistics. A lot of neglect and a mental breakdown since then means there’s not much left of the knowledge in me, nevertheless I’m trying to use it for…

  • Just a Christmas song

    You’re missing the point I’m sure does not need making; that Christmas spirit is not what you drink. Ha! And here you thought you wouldn’t be hearing from me until next year. In your dreams. Here’s a Christmas-y tune for you to listen to! And awaaaaay… Winterdragon

  • In this world all covered up in shame

    “Have I gone mad?” “I’m afraid so. You’re entirely bonkers. But I’ll tell you a secret. All the best people are.” Apparently what I am is classed as a mental disease. Not the anxiety and panic attacks (well, maybe those too), but my gender identity. Not necessarily terminal, but definitely…

  • Update

    This, too, shall pass. I should have that phrase tattooed onto my arm, or something. Whatever emotional state I’m in, I have a hard time envisioning ever feeling differently. I have learned from experience that the very idea that a state of mind should last forever is a ridiculous notion,…