like a worn out cloth whose threads make no attempt at tethering together , she lay still. Shaky hands and weak limbs too exhausted to move. battered was her soul broken, her will vanquished , her morale her squeals left trapped in the throat and yet no tears would come, only detest, sharp , piercing […]
don’t read too much, into my plainspoken expression, I often misqquote myself, underrate my cognitive process, verbalize sharp wordedly, articulating unseasonably, of what is left, in an interrupted, lamentable excuse for a conversation, never bridging the void, intensifying futile endeavours, of reaching out, attaining delusive outcome, where the anima merges, into obscurity , only breaking […]