“Hold out your hands.”
A calming voice spoke...
Whoever made that
"Sticks and stones" parable...
If you must go,
remember to sparkle...
Empty mind
No ideas...
Upon a road of uncrossed tears
fighting infections of endless words...
There's nothing my mind will forgive
As I struggle through this night...
I'm so scared right now
There's somebody in my house...
There's so much of the sea that we haven't...
So much, that contains so many different lifeforms...
An old building
Screams of pain...
I carry shame
like a beloved companion...
It is apparent,
gauging from my presence in this pitch black room...
Losing control fast.
I'm spiraling down...