The Death of Sanity

I’m sitting on the ledge of a 20 story building, while people below watch me, and a man in a suit tries to talk to me. “My name is Theo. I’m here to chat with you, OK?” “Sure,” I say. “What’s your name?” “Sam.” “Well, it’s nice to meet you Sam. I won’t tell you…

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The Comfort of Boredom

Twenty pounds later, and you keep watching TV and smoking weed. You stopped writing, and you’re barely reading. You stopped running. You stopped taking chances. You stopped fucking putting yourself out there. All of this just to get comfortable. All of this because of boredom. So… What’s next?

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A Problem

Maybe just with friends Almost never on my own Rarely ever on a work night I need it to relax Just started taking it everyday Using it as a medicine is OK Always needing a bit more Nothing is quite the same And now I have a problem

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Digital Dementia or Landscape Lucidness?

As the pandemic’s third wave is drastically decreasing in my area, people are getting vaccines, and the warm weather is finally upon us, it’s time for a digital break. Too much time watching videos and TV, playing video games, and surfing social media actually causes a bit of temporary dementia in people of all ages….

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My seed

I hold your handMy fingers are rootsYour palm is earthI wriggle deep inside youI grow, flourish, and bud because of you I will eventually wilt and dieYou’ll eternally be the one who made me bigger, better, thicker, and stronger

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So fucking done … almost

I feel like I’m done with life, even though it’s not yet done with me. No, I’m not talking about ending things early. I’m talking about the will to live. These are two very different things. Sometimes I love life, especially when I’m getting high. Right now, I’m not getting high. I’m not really living…

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Mary Jane’s Last Dance

I sit here, under motivated, after another night of over consuming high THC cannabis. I was alone, so I didn’t enjoy the high. The amount that I had made me worried about my mortality and the mortality of those around me. Marijuana makes me way more emotional, even when I’m not on it. I become…

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Dear Sister

I write this mostly for myself, as a diary entry, even though I am writing it to you. It is the therapy I need to get past the hurt you’ve brought into my life. You’ll always be my sister, and we will always be family. If we are ever going to have a friendship again,…

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WTF – Part 30 of Through the Gates

“I must have wrote down what happened. I must have created a record. They can erase our memories, but they can’t erase anything we’ve left behind. If I recorded what we were intending, how we felt in the moment, it would be on paper, or on the internet or something. We should be able to…

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Sex Tape – Part 29 of Through the Gates

Sariel and I sit on the bed together. She stares down at the ground, down at my feet and begins talking. “There are consequences for breaking the rules Sam. Sometimes we forget what we did to break them. Sometimes we forget a day, a week, a month, or a year. Gad for a decade, a…

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