The inside bits too.
The ones I can’t put a word or category to, the ones I haven’t quite named yet, only acknowledged. The ones shredding my soul everytime I blink and see Cat’s face.
I lean back into the seat and close my eyes,disintegrating into the moment and finally getting some peace from my own head.
I
can
finally
turn
it
off.
34
NIA
There
is
no
time,
only
anger,
sorrow,
shame,
guilt,
and
the
vast
emptiness
that
houses
it
all.
I
fill
