carry me with you, through the jungle of madness don’t let me sink into the sand i know you are damaged, your limbs are broken and your back is weak your mind is all you need to make it through, but my heart is rotting flesh the insects are devouring my spirit, my mind is…
When you said that cryptic message, that nothingness, it got into my head. It drilled it’s little hole into my head like a beetle eating through wood, trying to survive. Those words infected my heart and made me doubt myself, made me hate myself, made me second guess who I am and what I stand…
I really do feel most alive at the ocean. The sun is amazingly healing and I feel alive when I am bronzed and my hair is matted with sea salt. Someday I’ll get back.
I wonder sometimes why I have nothing to say. Do I have writers block? Do I just not care? Do I just not feel anything I have to say is important? Am I not funny enough? Not witty enough? None of this matters. I write because I enjoy it and if someone likes it, then…