Exploring the depths of madness, one page at a time
I dwell beneath a dome of glass,Where no one hears the smallest sound;I watch the living world go past,And mourn the self that can’t be found.Day after day, my throat turns clay,My lungs press hard against my chest;I spend my breath, then give awayThe little strength I had for rest.No one must know that I …
My mind cycles up.Then down.Then up again.Like an elevator in a buildingwhere nobody knows what floor they want,and all the buttons are lit.There is no lobby.There is no penthouse.There is only the humming, the cyclingSo it goes.I am not happy.That much seems clear.But I am not buried either,it’s rather rude, in its own way.Depression leaves …
They always said the apocalypse would announce itself with trumpets. Celestial choirs. A press release from God, perhaps, embargoed until the appropriate hour. Instead, it arrived on a Tuesday with the sound of concrete tearing itself apart like wet cardboard, and a smell—Christ, the smell—like the inside of a furnace that had been stuffed with …
It’s 3:33 a.m., the hour when rational thought slips out the back door for a smoke and the walls start whispering dirty secrets. Fil’s got blood under his nails again. Not his. Not recently. Maybe metaphorical. Depends on who’s asking. He’s parked in a rust-coloured diner booth that smells like old eggs and last chances. …
A personal yet fact-grounded plea for awareness as Cuba faces a deepening humanitarian crisis driven by fuel shortages, failing infrastructure, and geopolitical pressure. Written from the perspective of someone with loved ones on the island, this essay examines how policy decisions made far from Havana translate into hunger, darkness, and paralysis — and why silence from the rest of the world is not a neutral act.
I’ve been struggling—on and off, on and off, on and off.That’s the rhythm of my life lately. It’s not dramatic or cinematic. It’s just exhaustion. It’s just heaviness. It’s just me, trying to exist in a world that never stops asking for more. Back in August I finally hit a point where I needed a …
“Nothing does not exist, because the simple state of ‘nothing’ is something.”It’s a neat little paradox—compact, irritating, and stubborn as lint in your pocket. Try this: say “nothing” out loud. There. You’ve already ruined it. The moment we name it, notice it, or attempt to describe it, we’ve made it something—an idea, a placeholder, a …
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It’s not just a physical weariness that grips me; it’s a profound sense of being emotionally, mentally, and spiritually exhausted. This isn’t a new revelation—I’ve voiced similar sentiments in past blog entries. But the darkness seems to deepen with each passing day, with no glimmer of a bright horizon in sight. It feels as though …
Navigating New Horizons and Health Challenges: An Update from My World It’s hard to believe that it’s been since December 27, 2023, since my last blog post. A lot has changed since I shared news of my new venture, Infinite Muse Arts, born from the ashes of Lyrical AI. My journey into the realm of …
In this blog post, I present “Rage in the Shadows,” a deeply moving poem that explores the relentless internal struggle between darkness and light. Through vivid imagery and poignant metaphors, the poem captures the essence of a soul embroiled in an endless battle, offering a raw and powerful reflection on resilience, despair, and the flickering hope that persists in the shadows of the human spirit.
