a stream of consciousness

aevurism

n. the melancholy of time passing without having accomplished anything

i’m an open book but written in a cryptic dead language

perhaps it is the greatest grief, after all, to be left on this earth, when another is gone

I know that I care more to be loved

I want to be loved.

how frail the human heart must be?

a mirrored pool of thought

i’ll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror

it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness

scratch any cynic and you will find a disappointed idealist

i exist because i think, and i can't prevent myself from thinking.

he gives you a wave of his long brown tail

which says: “i’ll see you again!”

you’ll meet without fail on the Midnight Mail

the Cat of the Railway Train

so dawn goes down to day,

nothing gold can stay.

- robert frost, nothing gold can stay

“maybe it takes a devil to fight a devil.”

“but at the end of that fight, bathsheba, don’t only devil’s remain?”