The Poet you should be reading. Matt writes about isolation, and despair during a time where we can all relate.
I’m down to the wire with just one life left and every morning it starts anew, asking me if I’m ready. I never had a choice. I’ve been here before. I’m stuck in a maze and every time I think I found my way out, I open the front door into my own living room.
“The Cold” a Poem by Matt Loveit
Between two worlds again; sleeping with the Nephilim. Always Negligent
How Long it Took 40 Writers to Complete Their Works with mind on fire books
The limner’s art may trace the absent feature, And give the eye of distant weeping faith To view the form of its idolatry; But oh! the scenes ‘mid which they met and parted; The thoughts–the recollections sweet and bitter,– Th’ Elysian dreams of lovers, when they loved,– Who shall restore them? By Robert Maturin