My name’s Kait. I would define myself mainly as a truth seeker. I write about a lot of things, primarily astrology, religion & spirituality, relationships, psychology, feminism, social issues, books, music and the occasional bad poem.
I miss Kaitlyn,
But I don’t know where she is anymore.
The rain has come and everything’s muddy.
Voices like a computer chip in my head,
Memories assaulting each other, fighting for t...
In a dusty old building with cloudy dark halls,
I travel up the broken elevator
To a brightly lit room with drawings on the walls.
Drawings of sunshine.
I flip through a stack of literary magazines.