#paracosm
He held a familiar lostness in his eyes—one that could be deeply felt regardless of their stifled silence, curiously lost in the mundane of days. And, despite his cold presence, I could still sense his mild soul grappling with the dullness of his world: a world that’s lost its heart. Carrying his wounds in his arms wherever he roams, like a pathless wanderer who had forgotten his way home; one step here, and another in the void. He was some sort of voluptuous confusion, scarred raw to the bone—a devoid fractal of the man he couldn't become. Wearing his vulnerabilities as his only armor, he was chaos; and thus, he was alive.
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 5:13 PM UTC
While you sat at that corner
singing all your praises
over the cosmic and summer
I was at the other corner
listening to the words of your
worry and wonder.
I must have loved you
like how I adore my paracosm,
like how I need a microcosm.
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 7:04 AM UTC