HAUNTED JANUARY

remind me how it feels: to sit on the edge of consciousness and stare into the darkest corners of your own mind, to walk that fine line between ‘longing’ and ‘pleading’ and know you will never work up the courage to cross into either.. remember that it is not your place to care so deeply, to offer up your heart on a tarnished platter as just desserts for the flytraps snarling in your garden of weeds—they can’t eat it anyways, what a waste..