The raindrops cloud my windowson another dreary day in Anytownas the sun shrinks into darknessmaking…
Some days I feel overcookedas if I was left on the grill of lifefor way too long due to neglectBut…
How can I put this?
What scrapes against me feels jaggedas if I bypassed an errant nailand it sharpened itself inside my…
Buried beneath the facade of egoand the pomp and circumstanceof being a modern human beingis a lost child…
Ticks of timeslow yet unpredictable.Push a dread that each passing hourwasn’t filled with a full devour.