When I was nine I started thinking. It all happened so fast one day while I was busy living the last moment of my childhood as I pushed a plastic hamburger bun, a toy, into a hole in a piece of workout equipment we harbored in our basement. And I don’t know why it was … Continue reading My Mind is not “Mine” Own →

To exist is painful So my mind retreats within itself Closes the door to something I’ll never again be able to feel And somehow that’s kinder than existing I’m not real But I don’t have to be