March 8th – Happiness continues to elude me as I pull my limbs, like sacks of stone, through my daily routines. Smiles are rare and fleeting. Home… Read more “Just let it be…”
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Still dreaming…
Dazed and confused, I stumbled forward… my eyes searching for nothing. My ears listening only to the silence in my soul. But my feet, my aching feet,… Read more “Still dreaming…”
Singing to him…
there’s no place quite like now, but my legs can’t find the ground. the same ground that swallows me devours what’s left of me, takes in what… Read more “Singing to him…”
Feathers of Anaïs 