Smothered

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.

The Whether

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 […]

Cabin Fever

Broken days causing the loss of time—our money gone along with our peace of mind. We will sell our souls to go outside.