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perception01

October 13, 2023

Some junkie-adjacent people might consider it a privilege (I did at one point) to be offered hard drugs, weed, cigarettes, & alcoholic drinks so freely—but, it absolutely is not. It is a tool to make one more complacent, a means of control over one’s bodily autonomy to get them physically & psychologically addicted (could you […]

gratitude8.21.23

October 10, 2023

I am grateful for the teachers that I have had, who taught me that there was more to life than simply being sad; there is a world to explore around us, where we could entrench ourselves while we are enduring the visceral emotion that is sadness. Observing the behavior of those around us to evolve […]

Surrendered My Knife at SFO

October 5, 2023

I smoked my last dark green American Spirit that I bought in Vegas before laying my head to sleep this morning. This mania has me caged into a Hell of my own creation, with a feeling of obligation toward writing a poem before drifting away to my dreamscape—none of which, are even worth mentioning. Even […]

10.4.23

October 4, 2023

I hang up my clothes in a color-coordinated manner—in the order of the rainbow, my red beside the orange, orange beside the yellow, and so on. My blacks and grays consume much of the space, my average day consists of mourning humanity as I walk to the bus, to see a new face, seeking their […]