āThe elephant in the roomā
The coldness creeps through the boards like water trickles down the river. The silence is broken but only by the aircrafts that pass by above. There is sadness in gloomy days like this when the sun is hiding behind the clouds and the light shines gray to a dull blue to somehow match the way you feel. Love stories seem like the work of naive souls but yet you somehow cling to the hopes that there may be a perfect story written just for you. Music seems loud and just drowns out your thoughts there is no escape from the uncomfortableness you feel. Your heart seems to jump, leaps right into your throat, you swallow back down just to survive from the choke. Your brain is feeding you lies that you just love to hate but you cannot tell the difference thereās no fighting your fate. Your wrapped up in blankets but your not hidden well. you live everyday wondering if this is your hell?










