Its Horrible When A Person Dies But Its Even Worse When Their Art Dies

im a fascinated misanthropist, i treat everyone like a little science experiement

a walk at night, and i was looking up with her

and she said "the moon is so pretty tonight"

and i agreed and said they must be related

and i forgot most of what happened after that

ataraxia is serene and blissful but tell me why i exist in a calmness that discomforts me

ultimately where humanity fails is where man succumbs to greed more than he does to love

-journal entry from Nov. 3rd, 2024

the taste of her mouth lit me up like a flame, and as her hands shook in excitement and not unwelcomeness i succumb to her hands guiding my own to her face

:(

the treasures of my life i prioritize as a pupil of a dead party god or dionysus, id love to live in nothing but sex, wine, parties, getting high, falling in love, writing nonsense stories and telling lies, fight for my own right for enjoyment, lose my mind and maybe find it tomorrow

i live in silence as a pupil of a living solitude god if theres even one at all

god how i crave whatever the hell franz kafka had going on with melina

I need to be so close to her I can't feel her but am her. We merge like greek mythology referencing soulmates, my hands trace up her neck to the back of her head and I hold her chin like she belongs to me. We kiss. I no longer think and no longer am.

hi im new to tumblr and just wanted a place to dump poem drafts and who knows some people may like them.

Name's Fish, I go by any pronouns, I play piano and piano accordion, I like reading and chess and writing silly little love (or just) poems. Thanks:)