Feb 2015
My mind.
Full of deafening silence.
My heart.
Full of deadening rhythms.
My eyes.
Full of empty space.
My mouth.
Void of anything to say.
Oh God, no more.
Full of deafening silence.
My heart.
Full of deadening rhythms.
My eyes.
Full of empty space.
My mouth.
Void of anything to say.
Oh God, no more.
Sometimes the scariest things are the ones that seem the most ordinary.
