Sinking Spirit
There are days when I am in the light Yet it’s arms cannot touch me Days when there are songs of laughter And my soul cannot hear My mind runs too fast in reverse...
Tagged: depression
Wake Up – Part Two (Final)
It hurts when he sits up. Not on a physical level. Not an emotional one, either. It’s a pain from deep down, on a level that doesn’t really exist. Reach to the very bottom...
Wake Up – Part One
He wakes up, and he already knows it’s hit him. Somewhere in the drunken half-sleep between 2 AM and… what time is it? He’s come down. He can never pinpoint the exact moment that...
