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Zero
I am empty. The purity of potential, the zero at the beginning. I sit and feel, the rain beats my heart into sweet submission and I am nothingness, I am a vessel. A void. The tears come, punctuating my apathy…
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Serenity
There is serenity in suffering. A kind of blissful agony. The tears that stain your face carve pathways and deep gorges in your heart, and you are a raw nerve in a world that is indifferent, and you feel everything…
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Dawning
The dawn breaks slowly after the soul's dark night. I know it feels like you will never see the sun. I know what it is to be stranded in your own shadow, bones shaking, face slick with tears, struggling to…
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Surfacing
I hid away in my head for so long, my body became a foreign land to me. A scarred and brutal landscape where demons roamed free. A place of nightmares. I lived in the past and the future, always afraid…
