Perhaps the lull in ambition arises from a lack of discipline. Or some twisted overfocus on all that isn’t. Perhaps it is but a constant bout with, and of self-denial.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 8.10.26
Is it the ideas that plague me? Or are they the salvation in all this being?
Monday Evening Thoughts: 8.3.26
Outlandish enough to exist. Furious enough to persist. Lines penned in the ether of creativity I found myself in midst on the eve last, before this one we find ourselves currently engaging within.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 7.27.26
Is the glimpse of a human life wasted upon thoughts all cosmic and forlorn? Would the service of its own sensation be suited more satisfactory with gratification that fades near as soon as it arrives?
The Veracious Facade 