My thoughts are stagnant and my words obsolete. My expressions are ignored and my strengths muted. My feelings are degraded and my emotions gaslighted. And my worth... Completely meaningless to you. But as soon as that whiskey sits in your hand... And you take a couple swigs... It's interesting how fast my worthlessness can never … Continue reading Obsolete

Another Night

Dark circles mark another night without rest. Another night with dreams too lucid and nightmares too obscene. Another night with a mind restless and writhing in every position. Another night with blankets in a choke-hold until light overcomes the curtains. Another night gone... And marked solely without rest.