'Suicide is the only thing, you can control in your life.
And that's why it's considered a sin.
Because you're beating God
At his own game.'

Shadows running from themselves,
caught in the in-between

Darkness battling with the light
—redemption sight unseen

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

If you’re not willing to fight the fire
—you’re entitled to the flames

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

none here
Words run straight through me
all my thoughts
they just appear
systematically unruly

i met you
as the leaves fell
and the sky turned grey

the world grew cold
as my heart turned warm

i missed you
as the leaves grew back
and the sky turned blue

the world grew warm
as my heart turned cold

I heard them say
That cats have nine lives
And no matter what life throws at them
They always land perfectly perfect
On their feet
But as impressive this may sound
I remain unimpressed
Because
Perhaps the same can be said
For Edmund black
Because believe me
When I tell you that truer words
Have never been spoken
No matter if the sky’s fallen
The earth’s crumbling
Or the sun’s risen
I remain standing taller than ever before

“No matter what”


     Still, I rise!