Bottled Confinements
Where’s the line between living and existing? Merely inhaling the presence of the Earth doesn’t deem me worthy of what’s down the stairs. You can either step, tumble, or maybe even fly, but what’s the other option? Watch as I disintegrate into the floorboards as if I’m alive but under her. Ignorance is bliss. What […]
Back to my sleepy sheep
At first I hated that I had to listen every once in a while to what my mother told me by counting the sheep and go to sleep, because I really couldn’t do so, as much time passed thinking everyone was asleep and I was still the only one awake ,”there was a curse on […]
