my best

been doing it, my best no crutches, real sobriety; feelings, and a vulnerability that leaves me more aware than afraid bc I heard the truest words last night, when the checker at the grocery told me: “be careful out there”, and I knew just what he meant; the vulnerability is palpable, as real as the…

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somebody / fated / nulled

I wish I was somebody, but I’m not; Not that I’m nobody, but I’m not enough to matter to her; ‘It wouldn’t change anything’, she would say, But it would: I know it – And why, why do I miss the bitch who disowned me so much… I guess you would have to have been…

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B.T.W; Nothing

I sweat out memories, releasing the salt in my wounds – the real wounds: the ones that go all the way back to childhood – the ones you unpack at 34, one monday night, while soaking in a hot bath after hiking fifteen miles – the ancient salt comes out and you see where all…

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Postscript Re: Sarah

I don’t mind saved drafts, they are vital to the writer’s journey to psychic wholeness; for the alchemy of maturity must be performed alone, in private; however, lately, I have been saving too many drafts in what I can only perceive as an attempt to avoid writing about what I have been meaning to write…

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I’m a Bit Glad Even

Come all the way in a year To myself, to no more fear; and I know I’m pretty now… … Of fact, I must mention her here, who left a year ago, for whom I already broke my heart – back when I was without a friend and desperately in need of one – Yeah,…

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Blueberry Donuts

Rapid succession of saved drafts can’t express what takes away breaths, Sorry, but I kind of love her And I’m not just writing this to pat my own back, but let me try Firstly, how lucky am I – And she loves me something good too – casually but deep, hard She, INFP, of uncommon…

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Had a Dream About Her

The dream: I was waiting for her to return home from a night out – and so was in the bedroom, where I fell asleep to awake the next morning, alone, where I called her to ask why she never returned… but she told me she never went out… that she never left our home.…

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True-True

I remain unknown, But I am finally known to myself The pearl of great price at the bottom of my sea took me thirty-four years to reach, And I grasp the meaning of life in the baby oak leaf fallen on the stoop this morning: tempus aeternum I am realised, released: My id no longer…

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𓂀 signal vs. noise

The Goddesses and the Gods sing my song (La la la la la, La la la la la la, La la la la la, La la la la) Sirens and The Princes sing my song and they love me; For when vibrations resonate with their own frequencies, There is (always) harmony: It’s how friends, lovers,…

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It’s at The Center of The Labyrinth

https://soundcloud.com/wolfwaldoblack/its-at-the-center-of-the-labyrinth/ Self-Appraisal, self-love, this, I say, is the holy grail, The measure of our worth For our’s is the only judgement we humans suffer; We may think we are subject to the opinions of others, But only insofar as we estimate their worth: The lion does not lose sleep over the opinion of sheep –…

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