Alive

“Peace of mind,” they said, Is what keeps you hale and hearty, Peace of mind is what keeps you sane, I wondered if this held any truth, But I begged to differ, Cause peace of mind wasn’t what comforted me. The storm that raged in my mind, The splash of color, Which broke the monotony,…

Despair

Is this what frustration feels like? Nothing seems shiny anymore. It’s like; my soul has ripped in two. One part craves kindness, and the other dreads it. Anything sweet, shiny is like antimatter to me, it annihilates as soon as it comes in contact with me. These days I spend locked in a cocoon. Even…