inward.

Sitting in silence. Staring at the wall. Floating with my demons. Drifting away from it all. Dancing with dissociative habits. Drowning in my pain. Folding inwards. My brain's at it again. Sitting in silence Wondering where the time goes As I'm staring out the window For hours on end. Hiding. Fighting. Slowly dying. I swear… Continue reading inward.

Grief is coming…

**I wrote this 4 days into the separation. As I rewrite and reread it now to document this journey, I realize so many truths that I did not see before. Clarity is one hell of a thing, man. What I hope this breakup teaches me is...I should NEVER have to beg a man to give… Continue reading Grief is coming…