outofherhead

It isn't always all about the sunshine, sometimes the clouds make the sky.

I've searched the deep recesses of your words Tried climbing through the tiny window that is you Stood high upon a bluff looking down Eye to eye snaked across the ground. But sad to say to no avail I am afraid  Obviously, there was nothing to be found.

time slips away and I do nothing I want nothing more than to feel connected

“Making people believe the unbelievable is no trick; it’s work. … Belief and reader absorption come in the details: An overturned tricycle in the gutter of an abandoned neighborhood can stand for everything.” —Stephen King

I'm not sure what it takes some days. motivation slips between my fingers pools around my lifeless body, and I haven't the energy to lift my head to keep from drowning.