Relentless self-scrutiny is not so easily changed. Obsessive inner discomfort can be compulsive and bring feelings of shame with oneself.

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Relentless self-scrutiny is not so easily changed. Obsessive inner discomfort can be compulsive and bring feelings of shame with oneself.

Regret was a familiar feeling, a comfortable blur of thoughts that felt hopeless.

Good or bad, there's every reason for hope in this existence.

Don't compare. It can move you to regret.

Spend time on the good and keep going past those old hurts. I want to be in peace with a clean slate.

This insatiable curiosity I have is a rambling one.

Humanness itself is sometimes pain.

Just when you thought the story is at an end, how lovely. A new era begun: I am slowly, beginning to delight again in living, my heart pouring out, and my dreams better.

The common have the happiest of lives, lucky in friends and in humanity.

It's true, I was afflicted with work, I assure you it obscured the heart. I had become a mere ghost.
