I offer no apoligies for what you see, read or hear on this blog.
I do not pretend myself a poet or storyteller, for it is not I who writes these words. I am merely but a vessel. In the deepest despair and only in the sweet embrace of vice, does The Charlatan dare appear. Only then does he ever put his pen to paper, ever more eloquently than I ever could, to expunge our demons through his prose.
Oh God. for the first time in my life I’m afraid of the dark.
Afraid because with darkness comes sleep. with sleep come the dreams. the dreams that even in beauty take my heart in a chokehold. and the nightmares. I don’t even know where to start with those.
Your face endlessly staring out the window leaves me paralyzed.
