And then the candle broke.
I haven’t slept. Then again, I hardly do. It becomes a problem when the only thing you understand is the feeling of being awake. Being drained. I feel empty. Always empty. Nothing fills the gap. The darkness lerking inside of me that seeps through the cracks in my skin. I am a broken doll. A robot in need of repairs. Looking for a light in a pitch black room. I can see the point. The...
We take long lunch breaks....
Fellow humans, Whilst reading this “tumblr” please keep in mind that this is still somewhat in construction. Some edges are still frayed, spots not yet buffed out, things in need of repair. So please, beware of the broken & mind your step.
Please stand still & await instructions.
It’s happened. Everything you once knew is gone. The life you once lead is now nothing more than a rift in the past. A blanket of lies weaved together & burnt infront of you. When you get down to it you’ve got to accept, I’ve conformed.