ERWINISM

This is how we forgot. In the middle of an avalanche of screaming cars,lost without their northern star,they hold on to their dings, and we, our scars,and we haven’t really gone that far.Where are we now?We have forgotten somehow.A distant world, but in our heart is a stone’s throw away.‘78 was a good year,aged us inside oak barrels of ennui that snakes up into the night,outside time blitzes as…

Walked under a band of candy floss clouds dusted with ash from the weather’s sorrow-lit cigarette, not far, a gutter, a snare drum for the rain beats, and the day marches on. As any child would, we played with paper boats and guided them down the storm drain, and we saw tomorrow unfold before us, who we are and where we are going to be. Our homes walked away where they once stood, and the waves…

We are fanatics of superlatives; the biggest, the brightest, the fastest, and the list ever goes on. We obsess over parts we mount to our machines, taking pride in calibrating them to perfection. Our lives scream with a mélange of useless litter that we flaunt until the eyes of our friends are polluted with envy. Expensive upgrades, but we often neglect an important part of this equation—us.…

𓍼 Ghosts In the bleakest of times,when sorrow does creep,our souls are tested,our hearts left to weep. Yet in this darkness,a glimmer of light,may lead us to seethe world in a different sight. For negative experiencescan bring about a change,that sheds new lightand makes our lives rearrange. through these trials,we may come to find,strength we never knew existed,a power divine. Our horizons…

𓍼 Mind Itch You would be surprised how many streaming services one household are subscribed to. Apart from the reels that bury people. The world spins like a riot unable to stand still. We could only wear so many eyes and scroll through millions of options that will outlive us. Yes, we too are streams. We’re streaming our existence live only to be blocked by uncompromising disruptions. The…

He tore the McDonald’s wide open, hunting for a fry that might have been wedged at the bottom of the bag. No luck. He surveyed his room. Beyond his rusting dog tag on the wall, he couldn’t see anything. His army-issued uniform, shoved inside an open dresser, looked like a trampled broccoli. His rifle was propped on the side, polished bullets scattered on the floor. He brought the torn bag closer…

Hi Friend, At long last, Friday night is upon me, and while Saturday is taking its sweet time somewhere, mingling with our friends on the other side of the globe, that means I get to spend time with the solar bunch household. Whatever it is…keep smiling. Have a lovely time, lovely. Your Friend, Erwin Moira On this road, I alone had seen the night get flustered, burning with a Circassian seed…

Hi Friend, I hope your day went well, and as mentioned previously, I apologize for not responding to your kind messages whenever you visit. Outside of this platform, life mostly eats up my time, but know that I’m always grateful to you and for the enticing pieces of work that you create here. Today, I had the liberty of connecting with someone at the lobby where I work. Despite his large frame…

Too much of everything spells trouble. Nowadays, one cannot look down at a phone screen, lest the hours eat the day away. With one glance, zap! our minds are teleported elsewhere, anywhere other than the mundane reality we are in. All right, it’s not always mundane, but there is something about our day that makes us forget that our pants are pulled down in a stall at work, it’s probably a cat…

I have an irrational fear of the darkness, there is something about the way it clenches sight of the body and the mind, and tricking it into believing that nothing out here exists save for a consciousness staring down an unfathomable void. The dread becomes my body. I don’t know where I start or where I end. If there’s such a thing as a phantom, I am such, and as such, I’m haunting myself. In…

𓍼 Counting Seconds I once knew how to pace myself.But you had to come along and disrupt the rhythm of the routine.Now, I’m counting the seconds to the hour and the day,as I inch closer to that moment with you.It takes getting used to peeling my eyes away from the screen of my phone and detaching feelings from clipped words condensed in the interest of time.As you launch yourself into my arms and…

As an avid fan of the NBA, I pick up on some of the most valuable lessons watching games, for one, never give up until the shot clock expires. A legendary game that’s often a subject of reels across platforms. The easiest thing to do in life when you are looking at the scoreboard and find you are down is to throw in the towel, raise your hands, and surrender. Having an unbreakable will to never…

Hi Friends, How are my writing fellows? I hope that life is treating you well. I miss all the interactions here, but given my circumstances, I can only read and admire many of my friends’ work here. With so many in need of support and assistance to make positive changes in their life, I have opted to spend most of my time and energy on this important cause, and for that I must excuse myself.…

What lengths will you go for tomorrow to matter? When the most beautiful reflection of you is mirrored in your children’s eyes, and your body is merely a cot for your soul, would you lift yourself in the morning to break the earth to sow possibilities and water them with your sweat, blood, tears, and spirit until your veins are dry with hope that a forest would grow? When you got by with things…

Preceding the coldest summer, which hopelessness had ushered back in those days, though rays speared through the splits in the shadows, their measure wasn’t sufficient. The asphyxiating scent of alcohol-doused instruments clawed their way back into our throats as we gathered around a wilting fire that is you. Be that as it may, your indomitable persona seemed to have parried the inconvenience.…

Real friends tell their friends the truth, no matter how it hurts them. Would you rather me do that or sugarcoat the reality that you are getting nowhere with that Evel Knievel attitude of yours?” “What a gnarly sight that would be.” “What?” asked Andrew.“Like back in the days,” Ben said. “Except Frederick will be slumped stiff and grayed out.”“Leave the poor guy alone, Ben.”“Do you think that…

I have a dream. Well, I had a few until I had one, and then I had none when she came along. My dreams rest in the could-have-been cemetery, and each unfolding morning serves as their headstone. It reads, ‘Here lay dreams forsaken, cold as supper waiting at the dinner table for the heartless breeze stole their warmth from the bowls. They trudged through the valley, where no stars were ever lit or…