Sitting in my bedroom alone, thinking about This Guy, I consider pounding my fists into the wall until either object breaks. It's too loud, though, too bad. I crave the monotonous pain, almost. Something solid, something real, something safe.
An anchor, for now.
Such beautiful writing.
ReplyDeleteKeep it up
xx
Awe, thanks love.
ReplyDeleteEven if it's a bit dark sometimes?