Entropy & Eros

Everything wears down eventually, returns to chaos.

Ascension

~ a poem about inseparableness

~ an incantation of chaos x creation x cultivation

“The most important things are the hardest things to say.”

What wondrous power a singular mind must have to dream up a universe?

~ a poem about that superior plane

Reality does not appear to us to be a choice.

~ a poem about flowing

I never did like going to the grocery.

When I awoke, the darkness overwhelmed.