Hungry

I am always hungry My impulses rampant And my sex drive a little desperate. So days feel like I have both hands on the steering wheel But I am trying to land an engineless airplane. I am afraid because my copilot is rarely there And I have to remind myself to manually breath. What is…

puddle

the saddest tears are the ones that my fingers did not catch; the ones that disappeared into my cheeks, only leaving salt deposits from the puddles they once were.

Frustration is a sleepless bitch

It’s been a while since I’ve written here. This blog honestly feels like the wonderful person I left behind so that I could travel the world and find something I am missing. This blog is the comfortable bosom that I can cry onto for hours. A place of solace. A place of acceptance. A patient…