Impulsive this is not, by virtue of perpetual hours of considerate speculation I have come to find that I cannot find reprieve in a phony
Am I a horrible human being for contemplating murder? Set out to kill the unhinged man, simply for having a mental health disorder? The initial
Hello World and an interim farewell to the Universe for exploring my potential, I’ll need to start in reverse. Downsize to our primitiveness, rather than expand, you
I can’t believe I have let you into my little world the aspect of me I keep classified and entombed, a bit twisted, mangled, truthful,
“Why don’t you take an afternoon nap?” They’re rejuvenating you say? Except my dreams aren’t cute and fuzzy, I will gladly illustrate if I may…
As the leaves will begin to turn burnt, golden, and browned, I begin to feel cold in my soul watching them spill to the ground.