Breaking out in hives? Hopefully, nothing more...

Brought on by stress? Perhaps. Brought on by bad food? Perhaps.

They'll be gone, soon enough.

I did it. It really took me this long to head into this area? Yes. You stubborn bastard.

Heavy chest,
wrought with sorrow,
Sinking towards a dark bottom.

Tears shed,
propel a body upward,
Releasing the anchor of pain.

Vulnerability hits,
like an unseen slap to the face.

Pick up,
pick up,
keep moving on.

One day, I will be unable to look back and remember this time ( Read more... )

Moving in and out, in and out. Around and around and all about ( Read more... )

The smell of rat piss is clinging to my finger tips. A charade looms on and a silence leads old demons to play. A circular story, saturated with fickle irony. The only thing to link me to the present is the bodily fluids of some unknown rodent.

Another one, gone.

No reason dealing with her drama
and mistrust.

Nothing defines change as much as
seeing a once living thing
become nothing more than a piece of wood.

huh?

Don't need a Degree,
I need a Cause.