What are you looking for?
Featured Topics
Select a topic to start reading.
Parasitic thoughts feed on my brain. Loved ones have become casualties and commodities because of your insecure sense of self. Saying “I’m sorry” doesn’t bring back the dead, but hopefully coexisting won’t end in your demise as well. I don’t need saving, just a savior in case I need temporary rescuing. In this holy war bullets and bombs breed new life. Cloudy is your psyche, with images of bloodied scalps playing hair salon, caressing eyes, cheeks, and nose. True understanding of the closeness of souls shared by sisters of blackened covenants floats in shallow waters. Her blessing quells fears of self sabotage, helping me hang up the cutting board that got too friendly with the blade. The door to freedom hangs wide open while you take a peek inside, still not frightened by our cult like emotions. Enter at your own risk, as I’ll be exiting at mine.
If you see a comment that is unsupportive or unfriendly, please report it using the flag button.
More Posts
-
Chasing the feeling.
I think I loved him. I was pretty damn sure I loved him. I miss the way we used to talk. Seemingly endless conversations that would be on constant rewind in my...
-
Someone Special
There was a girl with whom I used to talk a lot in school and she was very friendly with everybody,she was cute, I also used to like her and she also knew that...