I’m longing to know what to do with this haunting fragile fragment of my mind called me. I don’t like her, she is incompatible with my life. I see me as a slight flicker of something that should not be ~ sobering, disposable




6 thoughts on “AUGUST 30 (OR I BELIEVE SO) 2015

  1. Over my lifetime I have spent far too many hours curled up on a shower floor letting the water mix with my tears so I could pretend it was just the shower and not my crying. Having become so dead inside I almost miss being able to cry that way. Least then I felt something relatively human.

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