I'm too good at being alone I feel no ruch to fill a space I crave the silence of isolation Healthy independenc from unhealthy boundaries Blocked areas so tall that I can't see out I fear my resistence to seeking love But I love me and isnt't that enough?

Midnight Cream

Cold and smooth down my throat People rush passed but time is still My feet waver. I can't be still Listening intently with no absorption Fear that I'm missing out but aware that I'm as I should be My knees keep me upright staring. Not longing. Intent. Not caring. Thick and nauseating. I craved it. … Continue reading Midnight Cream