Lit

I think I understand now, something I couldn’t quite understand before as I sit at my desk and stare out the window and into the ever darkening, blue sky, twirling a joint between my fingers. The weed is an addiction of the mind. I’d asked many smokers before if they thought they were addicted and […]

Existential Dread Void

I have never wanted anything From anyone I seek no help because nothing will remain Please don’t spare me the pain I am content to stay here In my dread void of suffering For eternity Till my body withers And my spirit is cast out to roam space Leaving nothing but an empty husk In […]