The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
A wasted window, shut not open, broken, deceiving you, while I’m deceiving myself, shadowing the importance of truth, we are the important ones, lost in a cycle, past, present, paternal and maternal, a wisdom not give, a sin held inside, who am I, who was I, words not spoken, silence not broken, my voice shaken, …
We who see and bleed within our hidden shells as we watch and wait, while those who do purposely water the ever growing seed of hate, blindly circumventing the rules placed down by mothers and fathers, not realising how we are making a joke of ourselves and others, a force filled bottle of urine and …
As the toll of totality chimes, the segmented drawer we keep all things worthy in decays with the passage of time we so desperately count, in hope of one day outliving it ... Matt She smiles, then picks up one of the small nails from the table and gently holds it against the bloody hand. …
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In the early hours of the morning, on the 15th of December 2020, my Mother released her hold on this mortal coil, and passed peacefully in her sleep. You could say the timing was by her hand, and she was from all accounts pain free, unlike the months prior. She was stoic in every way …
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The age of time, is not defined by the clock that sits on the wall, but by the weathered lines that crack and grow across thy skin... Matt “A facsimile of a lie is what you are Devon! Nothing more or less. Your existence began with a mistake, and so will that be your end!” …
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