Struggling
The struggle is real. I’m struggling to breathe, to find the wide open spaces I once enjoyed. I’m struggling to understand, to make sense of what is happening around me. Mostly, I’m struggling to grasp […]
The struggle is real. I’m struggling to breathe, to find the wide open spaces I once enjoyed. I’m struggling to understand, to make sense of what is happening around me. Mostly, I’m struggling to grasp […]
I know there is a part of me who is jealous of you while there is another part of me who fears being just like you. The two may never reconcile themselves, but I know I am more like you than you are like me.
There, this man finds himself knowing a depth eternal in its scope, not waning in the process of knowing itself in sadness.
Sometimes I can hear angels crashing into the windows just outside my bedroom door.
Through the numbness gaze I see Cloudy, murky, beholden to the current Leaning, listing, the stormy sky emblazoned Calmly, the whitecaps form. Through the blinded folds of skin I feel Nothing, lost moments, surrounded […]