Overwhelmed
I watch the clouds in the sky from my windowsill slowly blanket the earth with layers of snow. The glass under my fingertips feel like ice and my breath fogs the window pane as the night folds in, casting a long shadow looming over me all the way up to my bedroom wall. I can hear the shadow whispering its malicious words in my ear, the words drilling into my already-broken soul like an old tape recorder repeating itself over and over again. Its calling to me ... provoking me ... toying with the feelings I didn’t want to feel in my bones.
I feel like a small lonely dandelion, floating...
continue reading...