sometimes at dusk the suns gentle light cuts through the tender heart I harbor and the loss of you flutters before me as a gossamer moth… luminous tissue too delicate to last in this world And I was an owl in the day to your truth that bounce in your step a thin veneer and … Continue reading
I have bouts of depression. I suffer from depression. I am depressed. I don’t even know how to phrase it anymore. Tonight it bites at my heels, alcohol could sometimes shake it… change it. Now even when drinking I am completely lucid and upset that there is no reprieve from this state. I would never … Continue reading
Every post, every word set down is a spell I am casting to root out my fears, the demons that have held me. The demon within. The stones that sunk me into a suicidal depression. That everyday and every word is a gift and a choice to remain.. to never let go. To stay. … Continue reading
