I press my face harder and harder against the suede cushions of my couch. For a second I forget how to exist. The harder I push the darker it gets. I need to keep pushing though. I need to find out how to let go. She is gone. She was there, and now she […]Read more "Soccer Cleats and Green Grass"
Humanity; the threshold of divinity or the cesspool of depravity? Who are we? Can I grasp the ideals that form my identity and stake them with immutability? Can I muster from within; the means to impute meaning and purpose? Am I destined to fall fate to the seasickness of this ebb and flow? Honestly? Honestly […]
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