On Repeat

My breaths come out short and quick in staccato But there is nothing sweet about it as I close my eyes, silently willing the darkness to envelope me I find myself teaching my lungs how to breathe Each breath of air, feels like a stab in my gut, like something in my ribcage needs to...

Defeat

Jan 25, 2020 I look around at what I've built, and the view disappoints me. looking down, something breaks in me After years of visualising, almost blood, sweat and innumerable tears what I tried to make escapes me For years the solace of this dream kept my engines roaring it is now hard to cope...