Backed into a corner, all she could do was hold ground.
(Multiple meanings)
Backed into a corner, all she could do was hold ground.
(Multiple meanings)
“No plans for a future.”
“My ears are still ringing…
And my arms are still swinging.”
(Sleep Token reference)
She extended her hand, reaching for his in the darkness.
(Title of multiple concepts)
She had thought they could stay…
Every day, she had to leave them there.
Every night, too…
And she didn’t sleep well – how could she?
Knowing there were no other options as she counted down the days.
Praying somehow they would be ok.
Praying that she was doing the right thing in making the decision…
To relinquish them…
Hoping it wasn’t too late to save them.
“I-want–a-show-er!”
“Should no longer be required in order to ‘have love.'”
“What can I do that will succeed?”
“Grow a spine…”
“A phrase designed to cultivate complacence.”
“New dog poo bags also make good mini garbage bags on-the-go.”
“It is hard to never truly belong…”
“Puffy-eyed morning crazed insanity?!?!”
“Because clearly – I don’t!!”
“I gotta go pretend I know what the feck I’m doing…”
“If I screamed into the wind how I need for love’s reign to begin, what would that gain me?”
“Because the pain is too much to bear, and I do not think that you care when my wounds are left untended by love.”
“I’m not into winsome, wishful longing.
Give me love – concrete.”
“‘”Life is out to kill you – while death waits to greet you.'”
(Don’t do it, man…)
“And then retracting.”