Three A.M. Introspective Hell Take Three

The night is porous with problems, thick with the humidity of loathing. A pillow of disgust which suffocates me like the wholeness of black. I have a rather romantic relationship with death – I flirt with her quite often. I write her letters furiously, with scribbles awry like wispy, incoherent lines.

One Reply to “Three A.M. Introspective Hell Take Three”

  1. I have flagellated myself daily for years with my own dark thinking. Who else but me could do it better. I understand the nothingness of the dark. I fear it my understanding of it. I am ever seeking light and often finding shadows instead.

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