This isn't what I asked for. I asked for freedom and confidence to open my hands and catch promises, But I feel crushed by a suffocating loneliness that bids me to go to bed. My eyes close and I let the darkness fall in on all … Continue reading Suffocating
His touch grips the revolver in my mind and sets it off with a burst of color-- Drained to white As pain replaces the adrenaline and leaves me Wasted.
I am scared of a lot of things. I'm scared of ISIS, terrorism, disease, and people hiding in the dark, waiting for people like me. I am scared of him. I am scared of being alone, and having no one to go to. I am scared … Continue reading This is Not a Black and White Story