Aug 31
Walking Dead
The sun on my arms feels lonely.
As much as I hunger for light
my spirit has grown too comfortable with shadows.
Iβm the walking dead, a candle without a match.
The sun on my arms feels lonely.
As much as I hunger for light
my spirit has grown too comfortable with shadows.
Iβm the walking dead, a candle without a match.
There are times depression hits me hard. I learned as a child how to hide it. I am more honest with it now.
