I don’t want to feel this way. I don’t want to be bitter. I want to feel happy…I want to feel anything but this lingering pain.
I see your happy. I see the glow and want to smile as I fall into my dark garden of thorns. Watching from the garden gate as you dance away.
Omens and Signs.
Four blank walls, a single dresser and a bed. You couldn’t get more depressing that that. With peeling wallpaper and dark stains on the floor and the place still smelled of old woman and shit. The bare floor had a handmade colorful rug that Trez was convinced had belonged to the last person to sleep and die…