poetry and deep truths; welcome to my madness
Wage your war, soldier. How much blood will we spill tonight? How many hearts will we shatter just to feel like we fucking matter? Will we do it right? Tonight, we go to war. There is so much blood already on the floor. Tonight, we show our blessings the solid door. Tonight, we will slam… Continue reading Slashing Hearts
Forgive me if I'm quiet and don't have much to say. My heart hurts a little extra today. The sun came up and all I wanted to do was cover myself back up and hide underneath the covers. I'd rather be alone while my weary soul feels smothered by sadness; while my grief-stricken bones ache… Continue reading Processing Grief
I've been writing you letters that I'll probably never send. They've been helping me find closure, I guess. I miss you more than I thought I would. And I wish you knew. I wish you knew.
And this is the part where I realize that there is still so much of my -self- that needs to be aired out and let go. My ego is shattering but the shards keep slicing me open and man, do they cut deep. I need to cauterize the wound. But it's not time. I am… Continue reading Self Reflection; Broken Mirrors
"Where does your head go when everything around you falls colorless and silent?" The little white owl asked Alice. Alice shook her head, sharply inhaled and replied, "Nowhere extraordinary but perhaps that's the point. Sometimes I draw it out... to give the colorless madness a voice."
Unraveling my soul 