#NaPoWriMo Day 11: The Face In My Mirror.

Forgive me as I forgive you.

#NaPoWriMo Day 8: Yellow.

Pluck a sunflower in my memory.

#NaPoWriMo Day 4: Bridge to Oblivion.

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

If It Was Only.

Happy World Poetry Day!

Couch and Bad TV.

It drained me to even write this.

Every Page.

Losing years of sleep.

Buried Six Feet Under.

Writing about metaphorical death is so much fun.

‘Numb.’

All I know is that it's okay to feel this way sometimes.

Numbers.

TL;DR: Be nicer to the artists around you.

Lost Things.

There will always be things that are bigger than us.

500 Days of Writing!!!

Here's to many, many more milestones!

To Excel or Enjoy?

The actual challenge here is to slowly start doing things for yourself.

Forgotten Drafts CH2- ‘Numb’.

It always does feel like a better idea to suffer in silence.

500 Of Us.

This blog now has 500 followers!

Forgotten Drafts CH1- ‘Open Wounds’.

Healing is hard.

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