What is the worth of Man?
Is it our blood reign over every other specie that was and is?
The mosquito feeds upon our blood.
So I know it cannot be that.
Perhaps our cognitive ability to know we have stolen this Earth?
Not unlike cancer steals from it's host body.
Tell me, what is the worth of Man?

You met my Dark Brother
The night you drove me to the hospital
The night I called you and you hugged me with tears and fear in your eyes
The night it seemed a razor and a bottle were my only comrades
The night you held me and the weight of my sorrows so strongly until morning
All others have only caught him out of the corner of their eye

An Introduction

My dark brother has never left my side
This is no benign commitment
Few others have had the displeasure to make his acquaintance
Thankfully he is shy and cowardice
Waiting for me to be at my weakest
To whisper sick nothings in my ear
My dark brother will stay dormant from time to time
Attempting to gain my trust or wait for me to forget his name
That way when he moves my hands for me, guides my steps, I'll not suspect him

Stars
They’re lifetimes away from us
No man
No woman
Has seen them in person
But we still look up at the night sky
And bask in their mock simplicity
Knowing they are actually unfathomable
Stars
Are Beautiful

Insomnia

language constantly fails me. I say this to myself in my mind, the only thing or place I know to be perfectly true, as I lay awake once more. It could be any night really, falling asleep has always been difficult for me. Every night that I try to sleep sober
I lay awake with a hundred different thoughts exploding in my head at once. I'm not certain if I think so much at night because it's something to do while waiting to sleep or if I can't sleep because I'm constantly thinking. Language constantly fails me. Everything I have ever penned has disappointed my mind's original concept, knowing that if there were a purer form of communication I'd have so much more to offer. Even though we both know the same words, for the most part, they still resonate differently for me than they do for you. If I have a thought, I must find the words to most accurately depict or describe it to you, tell you these words in a digestible manner, then you must take these and translate them with your mind, which works differently than my own. Language constantly fails me. Even as I am constructing this thought into a way you will hopefully understand, while I shift once more in bed trying to get comfortable, I know that I will fail once again. Language constantly fails me.

I haven't been taking my medication everyday
Like before.
My medication that could
Ruin my records, They keep.
Cost me money, They print.
Limit my freedom, They dole out.
Just because they want me to buy their medication
But not taking any Medicine has re-opened
This box of memories that I had hid
This set of tools I'd long forgotten
I haven't been taking my medication everyday
But I'll borrow other's
If they don't need it

Laying on the ground
Feeling Heavy
The waves kiss my toes
ithinkofyou
Sweat runs
Down my body
Down the bottle's body
Three camels
Sticking out of the sand
March North
Not to litter this pile of tiny rocks