The night dances even though day We go from dark to light to dark again From waltzing to swaying to waltzing again Our steps paced evenly hand in hand We pay no mind to the flickering lights To the rolling of the hills outside our door Or the way the sky knocks heavily on…
Maybe you feel alone? Maybe you feel worthless? Maybe you think you waste everyone’s time with your problems/feelings. Maybe just breathing fuels your feelings of despair and the only thing you can manage is sleep. Congrats… You probably won the depression lottery. It is estimated nearly 350 million people worldwide suffer from depression…
For the first time in months I worked a bit on the fiction I am writing. Here is a small piece. I am not a writer so I know it will definitely need an editor but I hope the story at least captures your interest. The leaves were scattered around her bare feet. Her toenails painted…
The ball will drop And it will be lit There will be cheers There will be suicides The ball will drop And it will twinkle Bringing new hopes And plenty of fears The ball will drop And it will dance Confetti will fly Happy new year Full of fight Full of giving up Moving forward Pushing…
She fought the fight gone Energy lost to the fading Slow stepping beats Like a labored dragging Only time remains Erratic in its spinning And rigidity laces Around bones bracing Cover her in sand And set a fire blazing Death in a kiln A tribute everlasting
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