Digging my way out of the quicksand that is my mind, I lie vulnerable, spent and exhausted. Taking deep gulps of acrid air, I realize I’m now in a fire pit of regret.
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Digging my way out of the quicksand that is my mind, I lie vulnerable, spent and exhausted. Taking deep gulps of acrid air, I realize I’m now in a fire pit of regret.