Bad days. Chaos polluting my air. Anxiety restricting my common sense. I am hoping for the better, fighting to prevent the worse. Advertisements
Sanity is slipping — an urge to be unseen — wishes cast into an empty well
I waited for an angel. Time was ticking. They seated me with demons. Alone with my thoughts. The night lingered with a hefty price. It’s midnight, and the house is empty. Some […]
Thoughts abbreviated. Plans enunciated. Lip stained.