Xander Mason

The Bluffs

A desolate Wasteland. “The Bluffs”. Home to the remaining few. Homey to none. I’ve grown numb to the insanity that surrounds me. Everyday people leading

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Ghostlight

When the last number ends, and the reverb goes still, life begins again. It’s slow ticking resumes, as the hollowness sets in. This is where

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Mediocre

I am constantly at war with myself and my surroundings. An artist is a tormented soul, but does it have to be quite this sour?

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Gravity

The weight of a situation is not lost on me. Often, it’s firmly pressing down on me, forcing me to meld with the sidewalk and

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Al(i)en

As I navigate this rocky and rugged terrain, I spend more time aimlessly wandering as opposed to running the straight and narrow. My compass points

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Maturity

With anger looming above like storm clouds, it started an infestation. It filled my lungs, made my eyes water, and dried my soul. With this

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