blunt
Sadness that swells into numbness,
Raking coals over all the visions of what life was supposed to be,
Grieve — but then have to carry on regardless,
Into the morning, with slightly less brightness,
A dull aura to move you through the day.
Below is a collection of my creative writing pieces, of prose, poetry, essays and scripts.
Sadness that swells into numbness,
Raking coals over all the visions of what life was supposed to be,
Grieve — but then have to carry on regardless,
Into the morning, with slightly less brightness,
A dull aura to move you through the day.