#NaPoWriMo Day 13: No Survivors Left.

No secrets that our wreckage could tell.

#NaPoWriMo Day 11: The Face In My Mirror.

Forgive me as I forgive you.

#NaPoWriMo Day 9: An Artist’s To-Do List.

Over-think until your eyelids close.

#NaPoWriMo Day 4: Bridge to Oblivion.

Who hasn't planned their own funeral in their heads?

Metaphorical Laundry.

It takes time and a whole lot of work.

How Much Longer?

You know what? You do you.

If It Was Only.

Happy World Poetry Day!

Couch and Bad TV.

It drained me to even write this.

Sync.

It's as easy as and natural as breathing.

Buried Six Feet Under.

Writing about metaphorical death is so much fun.

You’re Not Supposed To Have It All Figured Out.

And that is okay!

A Dull Day.

Just another random entry.

Roads to Nowhere.

Perhaps it is the allure.

Inexhaustible.

It's alright to give yourself a day off.

Who Decides When The Right Time Is?

Why, that would be you, of course!

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