I was one too.
Taking pleasure in pains of the
Past; addicted nearly, to the
Pity and attention
Of others.

Now I keep it locked away.
Private pearls of an adventure life,
Wounds long healed;
Faded scars. My smiles now deserved.
I wish the same contentment

To all those others, the
Happy unhappy. Who can only
Recognize themselves
In broken
Mirrors.

i found myself saying 'i wanna go home' when im in my bed, in my home.

Clarity:

Aether remnant
Shard in lung
Heavy breathing, caught on a laugh
echoes through the empty room
sensual whisper
footprint of ash
crumpled can
Smell of warmth, laden with stale longing
Burnt into the skin
The cycle begins again

I want you to
pick something.
It can be anything:
integrity,
last Thursday,
your grandmother's
socks.
I don't care what it is
but I want you to
pick that something
out of all the
other somethings
and I want you to
believe in it,
I want you to
scrunch your eyes
up tight and
slow your breathing and
put all your energy
into that singular
belief.
And while you are
busy believing in that
something
I will believe
in you.

thoughts dripping -plink, plink-
coagulating into a suffiently-sized puddle
some
transparent and luminescent as diamonds
refracting light into white-hot shards
piercing and radiant
others
black ink dank and dark
as unappealing as a rusty pillow
caustic like hydrochloric acid

the tinctures wrestle and combine
motor oil in water, rainbow patterns at night
suddenly a painful thump,
as I've hit my forehead on my dusty keyboard again.
with this, a parting word -
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTJ7AzBIJoI

Chuchoter à moi
sous les étoiles.
Je n'attendrai pas
Je vais continuer.
Je vais continuer.

Ne soit pas en détresse.
Venez ici.
Dépêchez-toi, mon chéri.
Nous avons beaucoup à faire.