When I stare down the barrel of my decisions, I wonder who's the witness to the crimes that I've committed? Breaking this law of life and I'm just waiting for my sentence, Fired from my duties like I was playing apprentice. What’s the value of friendship when trauma collides? Shadowed in pride, depression seeping both… Continue reading Run Away
What's that smell? Do I offend? Does my presence hurt your senses? Sorry for not being clean, I just can't seem to find the right soap. I keep trying different kinds that's recommended from many friends, family, and professionals, but nothing seems to be working. I can't shake it off. I used to think others… Continue reading Do I offend?