Freeing myself from grief, I step into the light before me. But the shackles of sadness rattle and drag me back into in the wilderness grasping for breath. - Anna B Sheriff
Negative space,
I live there,
I breathe there.
Every word from every mouth
Imprisons me there.
My golem can take no more
Of the negative angry air.
It hangs its head
And sighs in despair.
By Anna B. Sheriff
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there's some aspects of globalization that really mess w/my very soul, and i can't hang. like, i had never tasted a cannolo until last week during my first ever visit to Palermo, Sicilia
Today is only Tuesday, and I’m already exhausted from work. So much going on. So much to do that my eyes are fuzzy. It’s like a tidal wave, never ending. Sending me reeling with no control over my day or what comes next… To do lists… Yeah right… Like that’s going to help…