Sometime’s we aren’t afraid to say what we’re feeling or how we are coping because we’ve realized that the events of life past has made us who we are.
Velvety blackness. For only a moment though. It becomes hardened as I focus on the depth of the darkness more. I open my eyes a bit wider, trying to take in as much light as I can but it’s not enough. The glow from halogen lamps outside struggle to penetrate the wooden shutters in my … Read moreThe Velvety Blackness – This Is My Life