butterflies in my stomach torment me like a bellyache.
about the depth of feeling after thirty, and the mental paraphernalia required to stay rationally upright
Author: d.s. binkowski
a depressed and loser writer. period.
about the love we believe we deserve and the tireless pursuit for happiness
i've been hit hard and soft
about the golden ticket that i will never find even if willy wonka gives me the winning chocolate
a moment where all gods – and even satan – might forgive and forget the sins...
about solitude and bis de eadem re non sit actio of my new self and the pandemic ptsd
i know it has been quite a while since last time.
about days of future past
it feels like we are still in december 2019.
about fraternal paradigms among consanguineous differences
i lost my father when i was very young.
about the mental siege’s state of collective insanity and the quid pro quo of fights that we don’t need to start
i was told that i need to assume my responsibilities.
about the suns that are not rising for us
i’ve tried to talk to god
about all the disappointments of when i tried
i really wanted it to work.
about the legitimacy of the truth
there are many things i would really like to say.
about everything 