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January 19th, 2020 @ 12:32 a.m.
Quietly in your cage, little bird.

I cannot do despair. I can handle sadness and loss. I can handle pain, loneliness, and even shame. But despair? It eats at me alive. It swallows me whole and robs me of all rational thought. Hopelessness needs salt-of-the-earth solutions. But I'm crippled and unable to think my way out. So I get stuck in a neverending loop that digs and mines and finds nothing but dead dirt and dust.

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