"Why don't you want to go home?" I demand, after surviving on a deserted island for two years, my boyfriend Adam didn't move when I signalled the helicopter.
ii hadn't been foolishin the dead of night
tf only, he cried
ihere was someone out there
in the whispering wind
af only, he sighed
nd cried to the moon
when it comes to "what happens after we die" I feel like trying to find out what happens after death, is like trying to find out what lies beyond the event horizon of a black hole.
The day comes around again; again I’m a child staring at a TV; again, I don’t understand. A complete abandonment to self-hatred, like an abscessed wound growing where the towers fell.
HIello everyone, so I've been on a self-improvement journey for the past 2yrs now and I've discovered A LOT about myself. I feel really proud of myself but there's one persistent thing I don't know how to handle. sometimes spiral because of an abusive childhood
W“e had spotted each other a few times walking our respective dogs on early park mornings, nodding recognition though distanced strangers.I know all the pubs round here,” he said squinting at me, still slightly sleepy.