Welcome to the darkness.
The shadows are like a sort of kryptonite
that drain the psyches, cloud judgement, and mask all feelings.
The lack of sunshine is not only the catalyst to the drop in temperature below 32 degrees Fahrenheit, but also the reason I walk blindly. No vision. No direction. No clue how to escape this emotional wasteland.
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Shatterproof
PoetryA small compilation of deep poetry and witty words of wisdom. This mix is understandable and relatable to an array of life scenarios.
