Poetry

Resistance Is Futile, Neo

I feel alone in this world as if the collective is insane and I’m the only one who merely thinks he is. Perhaps I should stop taking red pills. Then again, blue was never my color, except when I feel alone. Or is blue the reason I stay in Wonderland? Am I alone because I'm… Continue reading Resistance Is Futile, Neo

Poetry

31-Day Poem: Day Twenty-Five

As What’s Lost Stays Loss How can I resist attachment? How can I resist her? Indeed, her energy is calming, her presence addicting; and though becoming attached may be wrong, she is the perfect high I’ve lost entirely too much sleep searching for. Indeed, she renders me to believe my curve toward detachment was pure… Continue reading 31-Day Poem: Day Twenty-Five