Fighting II

A friend once told me: "I don't know what happens to us that the things we want are the things that tear us down. I think it's the way things are made out to be, and not our fault or the fact that we're desillusional." She looked up, at the sky, paused for a moment … Continue reading Fighting II



I wake up, not having known I had blacked out. The room is light grey, even though there’s barely any light coming in. I am lying on the soft floor, my head spins ever so slightly and I wonder where I am. There’s no one here. I can’t see anything but walls and something that … Continue reading default_5