Staring out the window, time seems to pass in phases of centuries and moments.

My thoughts are being cluttered by the undying need to write something.

Anything.

The flow of thoughts from when my mind unraveled.

Yet it left me guilty and outspoken.

Taking into consideration of everything that's been happening, I can't be anything more than thoughtful.

The nights I used to feel a presence, a warmth, but that was taken from me.



I spend my nights wondering… Continue