Trauma makes abrasions, lines and circles that exquisitely permeate and colour the lens of our eyes; the blood of our mind. Poison’d in entrapment.
I have been working at a furious pace internally trying to salvage the decrepit edges of my mind. I am no longer sure of anything. The words that delicately slip from my mouth drip with reluctance and doubt. I have tirelessly worked to fix myself. I am starting to realize that at certain points in […]