this place…

These four walls hold me tight they suffocate me until I'm nothing more than the ashes I once was the world I thought I knew is torn I'm awake but am I alive? I must be because the anger I feel swims through my veins am I breathing because I'm real? I'm screaming in my …

don’t read this. seriously… don’t say I didn’t warn you if you do read it.

TW: Rabbit hole of existential crisis, paranoia, pain, and despair. Earlier today, I was hanging out at the local library. I really enjoy going there. Nobody knows me and I don't know anyone there; no one bothers each other. It's just a quiet little world full of wonder that's far away from the scary outside …

benevolent sun.

The sound of my heart beating drowns out the fan on my dresser. My vision is blurry, but not due to tears. My bedroom is still. Everything is still. 24 hours ago, the ground beneath me shook. Everything was moving. I felt sick and my equilibrium was off. It felt like it lasted forever. I …

Enigmatic Static.

I want to write. I have the urge. I feel the need to empty the thoughts and feelings and the contradicting feelings that tell me I'm vacant. I'm told I have a story to tell- but it's all the same. This is all the same. These words I deliver into the universe haven't been changing. …