The first time I tried to pause my reality, I was nine. The second time, I was fifteen. Six years later, I’m on that same ship. I’m still losing sleep. You have to believe me; I have nothing else to lose And if suicide was the way, I would not be here today. My mother … Continue reading Fifty


A body without a soul is me. To stop the drifts when I’m all alone, I sold the soul in me. So hold me till I’m whole. Hold me so I can get a taste of hope. Hopefully I grow a soul but not the soul I sold.