Describing a description of my entrails on that night was like an encrypted conversation between me and myself that I’d once had before. It weighed upon me until spoken, spoken out loud to all. Although all was just me and just me was all I had. That had to be enough, it had to make due. Otherwise what was the point of being, if being meant less than me. I tried finding the distance between my min...

Is that them? Are they really looking at me?

Shadows with no depth

At the bottom of the sea

It’s like I can hear them move while they shift so slow

If only I could find out what the shadows know

If only I could find out what they feel inside

If only I could find out how they hide

Then the lonely shadows that follow me

Would finally have there own place to be

And I could go on my marry way

With...

“Fucked up and institutionalized you can feel the madness taking over your soul.” Those were my grandfathers final words. As he layed there dying, he actually said those words to me and then farted partially, but practically. That was gramps.

We all like to think he went off to his own hell in which he was welcomed with closed arms. Sadness, I felt none. He was finally fine. It’s those past tens...