bambieyes

my mind is a battlefield and my shortcomings are bullets the artillery sends me deeper into my sheets drained by the attacks on myself by myself Both of these lines. ...

I actually love this poem. As an insomniac myself, I know these feelings and happenings. staring contest with the ceiling So. Many. Nights. the blue light on and off illuminating ...

This sounds like how my son would feel. He loves spiders. I do not love spiders. I love snakes. Despite my dislike for spiders though, I don't try to kill ...