It’s a bizarre state where I find myself today. A rare shape of disquietude persists. Now that I think of it, it has been with me ever since I have been in this trance, like a zombie walking through chaos, doing everything that was being
Squinting in the dark, I try to find my light With my careful eyes; They are burning With a flame that’s crackling My body and soul, That’s making this pain Hard to bear. I have a dream in my eyes That’s keeping me alive From
Every second I am out of it. I feel like I am running out of time. That cliched image of me clinching sand as it slides past my palm paints the canvas in my head. I have created these little deadlines unknowingly, and I have