depression as an anchor
hovering betwixt states can be hollowing golden light sends daggers piercing through mypapermachemind the pressures internalexternal emotionaldevotional has the world spun into a sick of pastel delusions witnessed fromabonedivingbell i dreamt of you an unfocused fever remembered by the bittermetallictaste when i woke to find nothing but a ghost how long must i hover before […]