Written in prison, each part is one month apart. to baby bri, Hey it's been some time since we spoke I often think of you and your memories help me stay sane. Jail is not as bad as people think however they fuck you with the uncertainty of not knowing how long you are here. … Continue reading To BAC
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Futility
It all seems kind of like a joke. A bad one. One that I'm playing on myself. Trying to live each day like there's not this giant fucking umbrella covering the sunshine. Telling myself that I'm warm and toasty when the second I look up all I see is how dark everything really is, how … Continue reading Futility
32: Running from What?
I wrote a poem last night, inspired by The Haunts.It was my first attempt at writing completely free flow, it took about 10 minutes and I don't plan on redrafting. This is my interpretation and why I wrote it. I really can't think a title, it's been two days now since I begun to write … Continue reading 32: Running from What?
A Sane Undertaking 