Many days I’ve been too angry to think, Is this lost time? I’ve wanted to die, but ended up a coward, Is this lost time?
There was nothing left…her legs collapsed beneith her. The lights above seemed to twist the world around her, and mist filled the air. Terra touched her brow, her chakra, and swooning on the ground her mouth moved forming one word.
I sit facing the computer screen: I sit absorbed in another’s words, frequently reaching for the Garfield mug that holds near-cold tea (delicious), and once I’ve swallowed I lick its taste off of my lips. My eyes occasionally drift from the screen; tired green eyes with ever so dark smudges under them (the down side… Continue reading Sentiment (or how I found something under the bed)