Alive

Help. Deeper I go, wallowing where no one hears you. The ground is unstable, its dark folds are enveloping me. My footing warps again, leading me to another passage, a passage of self-pity, a passage of doubt. Round a corner of sniffling people, stuck in their miserable worlds, through a corridor of people who grope for your comfort. I’ve had long enough of wandering … Read More Alive