the coziness of your own bedroom still moments lying in fresh linen sheets the soothing scents of lavender and the pages from an old book only subtle noises and piano sounds a headphone in each ear staring at a roughly patterned ceiling studying the lines an empty mind free of noise admiring the colors painted all…

some days i am every moment i am deep breaths i am patience some days i am longing for an end some resolution all i am is the heaviness that lay on my eyelids and a mind trying to make sense of the blank spaces between lines   – g.c.

awake mind and aching bones empty stomach groans memories fall on me like heavy stones picking skin off my lips until they bleed as words dance across my mind so fast i can hardly read resisting sleep just to feel the frustration of tired so deep just to feel at all in the numbing coldness…