February 2012
58 posts
Days like today, I wake up early to the beckon of the great, inner emptiness. Days like today, I spend the entire day feeding that void. It will win in the end. At the end of days like today, I will return to the blackness of sporadic, broken sleep, always waking from it and then always fighting myself to return back to it.
Sometimes… most times… I just want you to maul me.
January 2012
45 posts
