New Moon.

We grow in phases or we fall apart.

No Way Out.

Words no longer mean to me what they once did.

Graves of Past.

Why do we ever hold on to the dead?

A Little Heart-to-Heart.

Take all the time you need to feel better.

It’s Quiet For Now.

We've somehow run out of things to talk about.

‘Numb.’

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

Tides of Memory.

Among millions of faces will the tides still find me?

Forgotten Drafts CH3- ‘The Mainstream’.

Clout is way more temporary than you think.

Boxed Up.

It's gonna hit me a lot harder tomorrow.

The Doors to Our Dreams.

Half-wishing the night never came to a stop.

Monkey Mind!

It doesn't have to be a step back.

Faded Pictures.

All the ink has bled out.

Blank Canvas.

Where do we even start?

Dear, Miserable Lives.

Does the soul ever tire of thinking?

500 Days of Writing!!!

Here's to many, many more milestones!

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