re-joyce

The chronometer irradiated a chromatic red light that reflected seven-eleven on the jet-black side table Shit now I only have god knows how long to get ready He hurriedly hulk-smashed his pillow aside, freed himself by kicking his sheath-shackle to drift mid-air and then hastily whooshed it onto the bedstead. He unclothed his way to …

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rutakingurmeds

Are taking you your meds? Mom asks. As if taking these little things isn’t dehumanizing enough. As if taking them is as easy as it seems. As if they are working for me. As if I will ever get better. As if I will ever stop envying people who envy me because apparently suffering is …

beneath

here you can see quiyet accepting the fact that he’s psychologically and emotionally unstable like many other people. // here you can see quiyet with his eyes closed but beneath those eyelids is a movie screen that plays intrusive scenarios on repeat. // here you can see quiyet alive but haunted by his ghosts in …

xv

FAQ not part of the collection when i was writing this sequence, questions about the primary reason why margarette ended the relationship with the lover prematurely were raised, but the thing is that there was no apparent reason why she did what she did. it will always be a mystery to the lover. i’ve also …

xiv

margarette, while writing away my feelings, i am on the seat where you sat the first time i met you. lately, i have been longing for you in the spaces you’ve left behind. your company. your calls. your messages. it has been a struggle to go day by day. it’s dimmed. it’s soundless. it’s almost …

xiii

will i take you back maybe when you’re on the ground crying begging kneeling to the stars to spark one more time maybe when you’re on the bed crying begging howling to the moon so the sun can rise up sooner maybe when i sing i have to go maybe when you beg the way …

xii

i need to hear your voice; there is no sound in space ©2017, Quiyet Brul