You may agree when I say… 2017 has been the plug to the barefoot, The scooter to the ankle, The shirt you can’t iron out every crinkle. The red sock...
Soaring through security and contentment although, weighed down with doubt and uncertainty. I pulse harder than ever before, to ignore the brain’s...
Surroundings are spinning and she is opening, outer body experiencing the dizziness, pumping with adrenalin while she destroys. Destroys all structures and a picture that captures,
Selfish. Smothered. Spiteful. It’s been rough these past few months. In fact, it’s been a few years now. Though lately, it has got worse. They think I cannot hear.