; lyht leaves the eyes—expelled by a relentless laesr of poignant realisation that reality is but absurdism x impossibility.

Tuesday, 27 September 2011


gibraltar - the radio dept

nights like these preface the rest of my life.

yesterday and today have this in common: my heart has been displaced by the kind of knee-jerk reactions that madden me. so much so that i have had to take a step back to examine the spillage and clean up the coagulated mess of proteins and pronouns. through my half-hearted decisions i seek order in chaos. i guess what i'm trying to say is i need to find myself again.

and i am doing just that.

(although, as much as i daren't admit,
i'm just as lost as when i started.
doing this feels like a visceral wound;
a slow and sticky pain.)

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