I wish I believed in God. The life I wish for, I see through glass, tinted with rose petals. The thought of truly believing an omniscient being, guiding humanity, guiding… me, paints a luxurious painting of relief. Questions that pick at the scabs in my mind would perhaps be answered, or at least, be sated.…
I can feel the energy in my body pulsating, vibrating, pushing me forward to do something, anything… fulfilling. My excitement for creation, to pull words into threads and weave them into something. The way I yearn for the ideas in my mind to form into drawings, prose, or pictures, it’s addicting. And yet, I cannot…
My nights cradle the fears creeping in from the deepest voids of my mind. I often get lost, walking along dark roads and endless pathways that lead to my most forgotten memories. The journals I had scrawled seemingly useless thoughts in, make me relive memories that I had long lost to the numbness I abused…
I’ve been writing for a while, all my life if I really think about it. I used to tell people that I had stacks on stacks of journals that I’d fill with words, but that’s only partially true. Stacks of notebooks, I had lots of those, but they were mostly empty, with scribbles and torn…
As the temperature drops, the air wafts an aroma of dying fauna, a scent I find peaceful and welcoming. Trees begin shedding their leaves, plants stripped bare, and grass erodes into amber. I believe they are gifting us with their lives, a final rejuvenation for the creatures that have to endure a harsh winter before…
I’m longing for something, a missing piece in my heart, but it plays hide and seek in quiet shadows. Small enough to ignore, I’m not bothered in my minutes, only my days. The hole rots inside. I wretch with nostalgia and revel in its melancholy. I’m forced to admit my life has changed, constantly affronted…
Lucien's Lil Nook 