Crushed!

I’m allowed to weep. So, I weep. I weep in darkness and in silence. I weep calling upon God. I want my crying heard but by nobody. I want my reddened eyes noticed but by nobody. At one point last year, I had been loved and wanted by three women at once. And I couldn’t

Hither & Tither

Disorganized is the word. Faith comes later. Where’s self-love? I’m reaching- just as far as I can. I’m trying to make sense of my being everyday and everyday I feel farther from the last. I haven’t got a single point left to keep doing this anymore at all. My stats aren’t lying and they’re not