On my good days I’m a Pharisee (a poem)
I’m a corpse wearing a crown
I’m a corpse wearing a crown
He who renounces something is eternally bound to it.
Try to change course too fast and you’ll capsize…
Or, why the simplest things are often hardest to grasp.
I slammed my fist down on my desk, hard. Then again. And a few more times.
“You literally prefer to eat crap than a filling meal and you don’t even know it. You’ve fried your senses.”
What do you do when you don’t want to end your life, just a part of it?
Sexual orientation should not represent WHO we are, but HOW we are…
Addiction is the mask worn by trauma and honesty is the light which tears both apart and exposes them for what they are.
There’s a word for what I experienced: Trauma.