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.
Sometimes I get into these moods where I shut down and blank out and space and I can no longer think straight. My brain will bounce around every good, bad, haunting, stupid, silly, ridiculous memory that I have, I swear and it is exhausting. I'll get asked the question, "what's wrong?" and I will reply… Continue reading Quarantined Thoughts (2)