at 2a.m. crossing over to the witch?


(fractured, fragmented, sleep is on the floor)

This journal is friends only. I'm unsure of this place though I paid for it (not even a pretty bunch of grapes to call home) and it's cold inside my heart, I'm tired and alone.

Loneliness will break you faster than any stone.

But I'm not broken. Even drowning on loneliness.

(death sits in the corner doing an impression of life)