Why do you feel so empty? You engage in self-care, enjoy small luxuries, and have people who seem to care for you. Perhaps the devil is in… Read more “Emptiness”
They’re all moths perched on a leaf as they wait for nightfall only so they could fly through your window and orbit the artificial light.
From where enters your strength, your will to live? It reminded of how battered and bruised I have been. A memory of black clouds coming down onto… Read more “Enduring”
It’s so sad to be so intelligent yet to not know when to pull back. So disappointing to keep it so still—in many ways, you wish things… Read more “Insufferable”
It’s hard to find the space to breathe in between the places where the thoughts belong. It’s that piece in the middle of the inhale… exhale… that… Read more “El Suspiro”