Letters to Jane

Sometimes I think I am just wired wrong, Jane. But I didn't use to be this way, not until a few years back. There were times when I was just…

What the mind needs is a little bit of clarity, Jane, and for that I need a little bit of the crazy. I haven't had the crazies for a long…

Stillness is not peace when your mind is haunted. And this is the haunting of my own self. I feel sick Jane. I feel absolutely sick of these emotions churning…

The will of my ego knows no bound! It's a tough ask, Jane. It's a tough ask to watch your thoughts, clean the trash inside, and solve the cluttered jumble…

The head is clouded, the eyes are heavy, the anxious twitches of how things should have been. A Bunch Of Spiritual Nonsense is all this is. I am sorry, Jane,…

This life has turned into a series of unfinished scribbles, old routines, disillusioned hours, and a promise of more to come. Jane, I have to give myself a hundred reasons…

You are an anomaly, Jane, a glitch in the matrix. You probably don't even exist. Still, here you are, with your shiny, long hair, darker than the moonless nights I've…

Would you like a piece of me too, Jane? I've got several pieces of me Scattered around like sawdust Anonymously Like John Does Inside the dark tunnels of the high-end…