Jul 2020
I've tried so hard but there's nothing left. There are no words left in me; none to write, and none to say. I don't think they're coming back this time. I don't think I want them to.
They hurt and bite and slash and claw and I'm more scared of them than I am of disappearing.
Im not scared of disappearing. Im not scared of the things I should be scared of anymore; and I'm not scared of what that means either.
maybe if I stay silent long enough it will minimise the damage of my pre-written ending.
They hurt and bite and slash and claw and I'm more scared of them than I am of disappearing.
Im not scared of disappearing. Im not scared of the things I should be scared of anymore; and I'm not scared of what that means either.
maybe if I stay silent long enough it will minimise the damage of my pre-written ending.
this past year and a half has felt like stolen time from another person's life; a wonderful, dreamlike fairytale. But the clock has been catching up with me for a while now, trying to ignore the ticking just makes my ears pound.
