Damn. Damn. Damn. Why can I not let it be?
No more snoozing. No more staring at the ceiling.
To the edge of the world
my life was cold
I take one step forward. The world makes sense. I lift my foot. The world goes back. The words are whispers in the wind. And I can not decipher them.
My brain. So painfully stagnant.
The submission window for a literary magazine just opened up. This is the same one that rejected me a while back. Part of me wants to submit again. But part of me is terrified of the rejection. Absolutely terrified. I have been in a fragile state in terms of my writing as of late. It…
Have you ever just felt... Stretched thin? Spread out? The world gets demanding. And you only have two hands. You're straining, straining to hold it together. For how much longer? How much more can you try to juggle? Before you snap. Before you throw it all to the floor and walk away. You are struggling.…
They are in your eyes. They shine so bright.