Understandably, the soul exhausts itself. Days Months Years of abuse call for a break down. My soul sleeps… Wearily and restlessly but it attempts to sleep. Dishonestly exclaiming a hope for recovery, While silently begging for an eternal slumber. -ee.
Your dreams were larger than life but unfortunately, I found with time, they were just that…dreams.
A meek kiss as a formality
Toothpaste on his lips
Midnight cigarette on hers
Anger. What did you think of? Screaming? Fighting? Frustration? A specific person? A crucial portion of controlling emotions such as anger is understanding the full extent of what we are feeling. Are they being harvested from past experiences? Are they fully conscious of rationale or fully dependent on raw feeling? Sometimes the reasons why feelings…