Photo: Corrupt I sit alone in the absence of distraction. I feel the need for solitude. Yet all I can seem to feel is retraction. My ever darkening mood. My gut twists and turns in despair, My lungs scream out for air. My head throbs, my mind’s
Photo: Corrupt I sit alone in the absence of distraction. I feel the need for solitude. Yet all I can seem to feel is retraction. My ever darkening mood. My gut twists and turns in despair, My lungs scream out for air. My head throbs, my mind’s
