I wish I were a barreleye fish and my head was all transparent and you could see right through and read the circuits on my brain and there was a diver who cared to read, and I wish you were that diver.

I wish I could take my eyes off like binoculars and give them to you and you would see how I see

Entirely appropriate that this creature would move to The City you must Escape Every Year Or Else Succumb To Madness. Come in in, the water's fine.

waiting, for a change that will
never come

the universe grows cold as it
expands
closeness of connection is lost
the stars are lonely.

do you think they miss each other?
out there in the night sky..

art only shapes reality if you're having a really bad time making it and it's already ruining your life

me when I take a break from writing only to find both reality and other online stories have become much more horrifying

On balance, it's not wise to visit. But I indulge, occasionally. Carefully. I take one thought each time.
On my last visit, the woods were misty, and I understood the mists' pale swirls to mean: "You never stop missing the rest of you."

If you ever you look up at the stars and find one whose twinkling reminds you of tears, spare a warm thought for her, won't you?

She realized only when she was exactly as she would choose to be, that her journey had taken her farther from her starting point than she could ever hope to return from. That she was truly alone.

(a splinter lodged in our spirituality gland caused an inflammatory response, leaving it overproductive. hopefully we recover soon.)

Did you know that, at sufficient depth, the nitrogen in your gas mix becomes a narcotic due to the increase in pressure, so deep-sea divers rehearse their dives carefully, making sure there's no need for critical thought for the duration?