Deviantgene

I found god,
In a dingy, potholed lane
Smoking the day's last cigarette

Creator Versus Creation
She wrote her first love story on sand, noted with rising panic that the waves dissolved it into nothingness. As they lashed across the shore and dragged her words away, kicking, screaming into the depths of… into the depth of.....

The terrible, the grotesque never deceive. They take your comfort and divide it up into little snails that crawl all over your brain and bite you at the hardest places. So when you feel the hook of lady despair snagging your heart, thank your demon.
Mine comes to me these days. Dressed as different people, wearing different shades of purple and grey. yeah, you have all met her. That little nagging voice at the back of your head that sounds like you can never achieve, never be, never survive....