I don’t date much. Never have. I am a gay man in my thirties and I have never been in a relationship. Most days I am fine with it. I am naturally an introvert, so being alone has never really been much of an issue for me. But there are times when the lonely voices in my head start to play their favorite tapes; the…

At my retail day job we get a large range of people in the store. Located in the middle of Hollywood we have a number of unhoused people who come in as well, some with clear mental health issues. There are varying levels of familiarity, with regulars all the employees recognize, and some who come in once …

There is a quote that comes across my social media at times, a paraphrase of Kierkegaard, that I think about all the time. “The most painful state of being is remembering the future – particularly the one you’ll never have.” It’s an idea that is never far from my mind, coming to me at the slightest provocation. I am obsessed with the accuracy of it, and with the way that it is such a seemingly universal experience. All….

I am going to tell you something that I’m not supposed to admit as a parent; I don’t know everything. I never have. I don’t know what to do about a lot of things. It’s scary when you reach adulthood and you realize that everyone is just making everything up as they go along. No one admits that because it’s

I can't be around you right now. I can't handle it. I just keep hearing the words that we both threw at each other last night and I can't stand to sit here and make small talk with everyone else like they weren’t all there, while those not so distant shouts echo in my mind. I can't be around you today, and tomorrow might

I love you because you aren't a person. You won't ask me how my day is or prattle on about yours. I love you even more when you have a mute button. I hate when you don't, because I'm afraid your voice is a bit irritating. But I would take your voice every day of the week if it means I can have one less painful human

I look in the mirror

And I see ghosts swimming in my eyes

Phantoms of futures left unlived…

The art is all that matters

All people are impermanent

Lovers come and go…

Can you take back

The promises you made

The lies you told…

I can’t handle knowing

That you’re still out there

Somewhere

Take my sunken ship

And raise it from the depths

Take my broken bones…

I am worn, and drained

Stuck beyond exhaustion

Content to fall behind…