A vizard veiling vacancy:Vanity, may conceal.It’s the fatal non-fiction of disposition,That banishes the appeal.
I observed with aimless but unwavering interest as Oscar gazed fruitlessly at his now increasingly tepid glass of scotch, moving his wrist with an air of arrogance that caused the drink to spiral. His shadow trembled against the wall, seemingly despising of its own master; Such an effect, Oscar seemed to have on most. “Well,… Continue reading Scotch
I loved you before I told you so, And I loved you before it was returned. I thought I couldn’t love any greater, But it seems now I’ve learned I’m still falling. Three words, eight letters, I thought was all it took. Surely then I’d reach the bottom? Yet at a second look,… Continue reading Falling
He is like a dream that never ends, Continuity on which the heart depends.
I wrapped my fingers tightly around a mug of deep black coffee, staring at my quivering reflection in the dark liquid. With each exhalation my features became distorted, hurriedly rearranging themselves as the drink stilled. I didn’t like coffee. I sipped the bitter drink regardless, my right eye twitching in distaste. I set down the… Continue reading Coffee