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Rough Hewn Sandpaper
I spent the better part of the day yesterday sitting quietly with tears streaming down my cheeks. I have been feeling so alone the last several days. Alone and lost. I weep with shame and sadness at what I have missed. I feel as in a void. A pure void with no tactile, visual, or auditory sensation. I feel so alone, so heartbroken, so afraid of being nothing. It is so frightening. The feeling of being forever lost.
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