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September Son
@septemberson.bsky.social
Artist, dog-lover, and avid reader.
I really am Captain Chaos.
September 25, 2025 at 4:46 PM
And then one day you realize you have so much less ahead than you do behind.
September 17, 2025 at 2:46 PM
Oops. Guess I gotta run around naked until I get some laundry done.
September 17, 2025 at 1:33 PM
Turned 59. Still processing that. But I’m guess it’s better than the alternative.
September 17, 2025 at 1:17 PM
Feeling old, useless, and crazy.
July 30, 2025 at 9:36 PM
On a voyage of rediscovery. Destination: Myself.
July 29, 2025 at 4:47 PM
Man oh man, I don’t know if having testosterone again is worth putting up with the emotional chaos I’m feeling right now.
July 18, 2025 at 5:41 PM
It began under neon lights and ended in the shadows. But echoes still last, haunting the present.
July 15, 2025 at 3:16 PM
I’ve been trapped in silence my whole life, I guess the grave won’t be much different.
April 9, 2025 at 3:09 PM
It’s an itch. And sometimes I still scratch.
December 23, 2024 at 3:42 AM
Tilted toward cracking.
November 20, 2024 at 6:20 PM
I try to catch the spots of light shining through the dark forest leaves.
November 20, 2024 at 6:20 PM
She was a 100 proof bottle of pain.
November 20, 2024 at 6:20 PM
I wrote myself a noose and hung on every word.
November 20, 2024 at 6:20 PM
I stand at a campfire, the ashes low and cold. I see shadowy figures flitting around in the gloom beyond the embers and I know one of them carries the fuel I need to stoke the fire once again.
November 20, 2024 at 6:20 PM
Take a deep breath and say goodbye. Even if it is only to the wind.
November 20, 2024 at 6:20 PM
.:hold my heart in your hands like a bloody prize:.
.:smile with teeth sharpened on my soul:.
November 20, 2024 at 6:20 PM
.:who knew emptiness could burn so fiercely?:.
November 20, 2024 at 6:20 PM
.:Love is a death punch to the chest:.
November 20, 2024 at 6:20 PM
.:oh, to be the demon in her chest once more:.
November 20, 2024 at 6:20 PM
.:can’t hold it in:.
.:it has no home:.
.:breathe it out:.
.:an orphan in the cold:.
November 20, 2024 at 6:20 PM
.:please please please:.
.:don't let the sadness shine from eyes today:.
.:i don't want peeping toms:.
.:looking into the empty windows:.
November 20, 2024 at 6:20 PM
.:i wasn't enough:.
.:it wasn't enough:.
.:and i gave it everything:.
November 20, 2024 at 6:20 PM
.:Everything I write here slowly empties the vessel:.

.:but pixels are so small:.
November 20, 2024 at 6:20 PM
.:The paper burned as I wrote and I put the ashes in an envelope full of goodbyes:.
November 20, 2024 at 6:20 PM