Decline
I don’t like where this path is trending. The cold air pressing against my back despite it not being winter.
Every Moment is a Story
Every Moment is a Story
I don’t like where this path is trending. The cold air pressing against my back despite it not being winter.
It has been a year since the events that led to my demise. The logical decisions resulting in emotional decay.
Waking to a dimly lit sunrise Smiling at the hope of promise Day darkens quickly Shadows pummel a shaken spirit
