This emotion doesn’t have a name. It doesn’t have a name because naming it would take away from it. It’s confusing. Raw. Real. Deep. dark. It’s abusing. It doesn’t have a name because naming it would allow you the ability to not truly- feel it. It’s like loneliness on a summer day. I want toContinue reading “Nameless”
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Foreign Emotion
The feeling of not sleeping is comforting. It tempts, to attempt to, drown out the unknown foreign emotion. I want to not feel, but that’s not an option. Which leaves me playing Russian roulette with my conscience. Sleeping means peace comfort and acceptance. For all of those things I have built a resistance. I willContinue reading “Foreign Emotion”
Memoir of a mom 