Old habits hang like nooses brushing against my throat against my thoughts tightening across everything that I’ve become. I’m sorry that we fight like this but fighting is what everything has taught me to do. Sometimes I want to break down like an old car because of everything that has built up but Father would […]

Sometimes The Only Thing You Have Left Is Fight

Gathering up your days into something that is meaningful is at times an absolutely daunting task at best when the evening completes your transformation into a haggard shell of what you were when you had awakened. Your shoulders hang limp. Sleep gravity threatens to floor you. There are strange colourful shapes floating in the corners […]