It was like I was suffocating, gasping to breathe, thinking that you were the air to my lungs. The beat to the rhythm of my heart, you were nothing less than just a memory of a time I had to experience to grow, and for that, I am grateful.
It’s like what I say goes in one ear out the other. So I grip on to this idea, thinking that what I feel is real. Knowing everything is temporary in this illusion, I break free of reality.
Dear cold spring night. How today feels like every other day I am trying to break free of this mental prison instilled in the core of my soul. I ask you to heal what is missing from this artistic cluster to grow from the cement grounds. So that I can smell the aroma of herContinue reading “life”