The icy breaths that leave my mouth on a miserably cold morning is the only accurate reflection of the emotions that stir within. I see messages proclaiming that love is the answer to the world's problems, but they don't realise that most don't know how to love. It's the arrogance of the assumption that if…
Some find solace as the years progress. Some find love. Some find an emptiness where space was once held in hope for a significant other. My contemplations of which applies to me hold no sway any longer. Writing this post creates a delusion of its own. Although it could be interpreted as gratitude or reflection…
Breathing becomes laboured when I'm not sure if I want to hold something in, or let it out. Expressing my disappointment at the events that appear to be in an incessant loop feels like an indulgence in futility. I've expressed such disappointment before, yet, here we are. Staring each other in the face again. The…
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