Oct 21, 2024Where are my shoes?the depression scattersjudging, scorn-filled eyesabout the shadows castupon corners where websstretch from dirty clothesto lonely shoes lostbehind the bedroom door where any kindness feelsvery far removed
the depression scattersjudging, scorn-filled eyesabout the shadows castupon corners where websstretch from dirty clothesto lonely shoes lostbehind the bedroom door where any kindness feelsvery far removed
Dangerous timesHope is fading out of fashion; resignation is settling in, a dangerous place to be when things seem impossible to change in a system...
His scentShe nuzzles his jacket like Linus, his blue blanket, for deep within its worn collar lives his essence’s scent, fragrant in the frayed...
Social media sucksSocial media sucks at my time, drains my energy, and generally makes me frown unhappily. Influencers invite comparison, incite my...
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