A short fictional story for my few but lovely readers. Enjoy
Tears were streaming down my face like a water
fountain.
I found my phone, which i was apparently holding
or rather clutching in my hand all through my manic episode. I dialled my friend’s
number quickly and slumped to the floor, feeling the weight drop from my chest
and the tears just flow angrily out of my eyes.
"Hey baby" she...
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Happiness
Trying to be happy,
when every single bone in your body
is twisting on itself
new joints forming
new twists and turns
when your blood is drowning in you
filling you up to your brim
clutching at nonexistent outstretched arms
looking for survival
desperate for redemption.
trying to be happy,
when all you want to do
is lie in a pool of your own tears
beating against waves and currents.
trying to be happy,
when...
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