NCBattered and bruised, a temporary whore, I fell into your clutches like I’d been there beforeA life lead wrong, the direction gone askew, you were waiting on the sidelines as if you knewOct 20, 2020Oct 20, 2020
NCAt what point does it all start making sense? Instead of feeling this lament so intenseThese patterns of grief are stuck in a temporal loop Pain and despair, complimentary paired in a groupOct 5, 2020Oct 5, 2020
NCThere was something about the paradox of the light and the dark coexisting that always resonated…The dichotomy I could experience feeling everything and nothing simultaneously.Jul 1, 2020Jul 1, 2020
NCWith each loss I have in my life a piece of me dies.I can’t even enjoy the moments of happiness I do have in life, because they are shrouded by a cloud of anxiety looming over me, edging me…Jun 19, 2020Jun 19, 2020