Sleepless nights blur the light of day. Trapped in the confines of delusion. Moments filled with ambiguous premonitions. Violent plagues consume our flesh. Carbon monoxide is the air we breathe.
I wonder whether the sun will shine again; these tinted days are affecting my mental state immensely—those hazy recollections, dusty specs on the glass window. I wonder whether I will […]
Broken days causing the loss of time—our money gone along with our peace of mind. We will sell our souls to go outside.