Teeth, face, eyes. What torture.
Draw your sword and bury it in my gut.
I am in a pit not of my own digging; I wish to free myself, not to escape and walk on level ground with the rest of society but rather, to be buried in it.
Tears. Death. Blog. What emptiness.
Unplug me from it all.
I have lived in half, quarter measures,
I wish to switch off completely.
Not fight inevitability.
…Solemnity
2 Lines each day...
from the forest, from the furrows, from the field ... and further
relishing in life's surprises, delighting in food, travel, art
The Writings of an Aspiring Cadaver
the literary asylum
grano a grano el gallo se llena el buche
"Hay que inyectarse cada día de fantasía para no morir de realidad" Ray Bradbury.
Making media that matters; Empowering others to create media too
A bit of entertainment, a dash of humor - life in a multi-cat household!
"Be yourself - everyone else is already taken."
A place to share my photography projects
Autism, Anxiety and Allergies. Please feel free to email me abigailbrookshalling@gmail.com
bipolar, uninterrupted
Asperganoid 