thoroughly intrigued.
Sure, Being happy feels great, Freeing, and light. But there's something about depression that's incredibly addicting.
By Sour Taste6 years ago in Poets
For whatever reason Every exchange, direct or indirect, Sprouts a new leaf within you. A thought, attached to a branch full of similar thoughts.
I would rather crawl out of my own skin And expose the raw meaty flesh, And budding roses of my potential, To the burning ash that is this world.
There’ll be days that feel As still as an abandoned ravine. Both empty and deep. As deep as 6 feet would feel. Which would be a much better fate