Let's change the tunes to old songs and sing them once more.
I remember when I used to treasure a photo and keep it between pages to keep it safe.
I have begun to treat my depression like a game of Chess. It makes a move and I make another. It's this back-and-forth but with unlimited time to think about my next move. It's a simple game, or so it seems. But there's still much time before the check and mate. I don't want to … Continue reading The Doubts
I had three pillars and I needed one more to keep this structure upright, less did I know the final pillar was me.