This moment is the first time for me.
End of the Line
We have reached a turning point, but there is no change to the story. Every moment is negligent escalation and tortured minds. Soon, we will run out of our meager provisions. Tomorrow we arrive at the end of the line.
I lie awake at night, unable to sleep. I have never felt the weight of chaos this immensely, so much time wasted in isolation. Now, I'm waist-deep in tragedy; the moist emotions staining my clarity of thought. There are people I wish to forgive, but I remember the betrayals. I wonder whether evil will visit … Continue reading Damaged Days
I want something good to happen. I wish my thoughts were positive. I want to feel my face again; I promise to wash my hands.
I followed the trail of breadcrumbs. A wicked house in the middle of the plains. Compelled to go inside; I turned and walked away.
An unsettling presence lingering. Rain continues falling; the forecasts contradict the reality. The unwanted saturation. The mood a morning fog. The unexpected moments washing away pieces of the soul.