I’m not quite sure how to start this. I know where I’m going, but it’s the getting there that’s hard. A conversation has brought some things up; old things, with teeth- and I’m desperate to empty myself. I’ve lived in quiet shame for a long time, and I’m wondering if I just get my story,…
Tag: cries
manic graveyards
You guys live for weekends but I just live for manic days when I can write without it all just being the big sad. When my adrenaline is pumping with the happiness my brain manufactured by accidentally sending too many chemicals down the line. A system cruising with possibilities, crushing the “I can’t and it…
settled dust
Shake the sand
settled anew
My every waking thought’s of you.
Morphing of the Savino Mind 