Hopes, scattered across the floor, a sink full of dreams. I want to clean up, but I don't have any energy left in me. I start each day wishing things...
You stay open when every fiber of your being screams to shut down. You know no one’s coming— no soft voice, no saving hand— and still, you let yourself drown....
I played it in my mind a thousand times before. But what actually happened was not even remotely close. I sat there quietly but I was not in my body....
Everybody walks this earth with their dread tucked beneath the pillow. Smother the urge to speak— no one really wants to hear you. No. Grief? Bury it with the dead,...
Am I feelingless? 'Cause that’s what they say— when I only listen, don’t react, just carry on with my day. When my words don’t feel warm enough, but distant… even...
For the longest time I sought meaning, Meaning behind my very existence. I looked through the chest of echoes unclaimed, Searched the closets of pieces untamed I even peeked through...