Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 124 – Where Are You?

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 124 - Where Are You? I have spent my whole life in thirst.
Where did everyone go?
Why did no one come to me?
She did everything with everyone else,
yet never even glanced my way. Read more from here...
Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 106 – Gnostic

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 106 - Gnostic How Snakes Command Her When They Cannot Coil Behind Her Ears Forever
The nāgin and the snakes-
who are snake-charmers themselves-
they charm the nāgin.
They plant a seed of bad intent- Read more from here...
Rational But Emptier

Title — Rational But Emptier To love a woman,
she must be offered a reason.
Give her information,
make an impact, remove hesitation.
Don’t bluff-stay tough; Read more from here...
Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 71 – Cruel Intentions

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 71 - Cruel Intentions In love, there are no secrets.
If they still exist in her-and she cannot tell or explain why, even after I ask with my whole heart, again and again-and if it keeps getting worse, then it’s time I accept the truth: she didn’t love me. She loved the way I made her feel special, and even that was ordinary to her.
Love that keeps me waiting, that sees me cry in pain and continues to do the same things that hurt me, is not love. It’s clear she thinks love is foolish, and she considers herself smart enough to treat me poorly, even in front of my own eyes. This is not a trust issue, no matter how often she throws that word at me. This is her character.
Even after giving her my whole world, she keeps the door open-selling me a dream and delivering a nightmare. I tell her every day that I miss her, even in the space between seconds. She never misses a chance to make me feel unwanted, sometimes even laughing at my misery. That is a choice. Nothing else.
She makes excuses for not choosing me. She keeps doing things that make me feel ashamed of the love I give her, while pretending she never takes advantage. She manipulates, dictates, and lectures me-saying love should not be proud or loud-while I stay patient, absorbing everything, still hoping for her love. Read more from here...
Buffalo and the Beast

He pipes his flute-or been-before the buffalo,
then dares blame her for “not understanding.”
Her mouth, her mood, her flesh-
all chained to the owner’s wrist.
All theatre. All script.
But the snakes are the real directors: Read more from here...
