Little deaths.

December 3rd, 2018, 10:16 pm

Here’s a little something: I really need someone to talk to. I keep calling out for someone to hear me, yet all I hear is my voice echoing back at me. Loneliness gushes like blood, out of every pore in my body. And yes, I like the dark analogies. It’s where I feel comfortable and connected to something real. I can’t see this changing anytime soon. The ties are severed. When I die, know that it was nothing sudden. There’s little deaths in every day, it seems.