ρ є я т я ι σ υ ѕ ;

They tell me, shaking their heads: ’You should be kinder. You are somehow furious.’ I used to be kind. It didn’t last long.

i met god at three am at a train station, he couldn’t even look me in the eye. after all he’s done, i don’t blame him. he walked off the platform and in-front an oncoming train. after all he’s seen, i don’t blame him.

His bones ached. A weary, desolate weight upon his legs. Snaking around his spine; settling upon two shoulders                                              ( ATLAS, is that you? ) but it was not enough to remove what familiar spark lay within golden depths. They glinted in the sun, a calm reminder of the perpetual kindness that lay buried under his stormy soul. He smiled.

His bones ached. A weary, desolate weight upon his legs. Snaking around his spine; settling upon two shoulders                                              ( ATLAS, is that you? ) but it was not enough to remove what familiar spark lay within golden depths. They glinted in the sun, a calm reminder of the perpetual kindness that lay buried under his stormy soul. He smiled.

“what motivates you?”