Sunday, August 7, 2022

My Bad Place



 This is what my bad place looks like. Where the words no longer make sense. When the flow stops and fluids stagnate. When talking about it doesn’t help because I can’t tone down the deafening vibration of my quivering heart. What to do next and where to step are questions for others because all I could do was stare at the wall or the sky and not really see anything

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