It's playing tricks with me. Shadows dancing behind my eyes. I stopped sleeping through the night. Wishing that it'd stop even before it begins. I can barely move? I can barely eat? Lying down hurts and standing up isn't exactly an option. I want more options but I can't exactly run away from this. Always … Continue reading Heat

Sweet Irony

I'm not coming back. I tell myself in the morning, sipping on black sugar-free coffee and eating original Weetabix. I don't job hop from place to place like I used to. I’ve matured little by little, day by day. I feel like a mouse running in a wheel, pumped with energy but going nowhere.   … Continue reading Sweet Irony