Rain drizzles down from the cloudy evening sky, the wind wails as trees get caught in the rage. Silence echoes down the hallways of the dark house, faint music enchants.
Monsters inhabit the dark crevices of my inner turmoil, the pendulum swings, changing my mood with every ticking second.
Who is writing this today? Should I have a different name for every different me?
For when the monsters arise, who do I turn to? My self destruction is inevitable, with every footstep, I tiptoe into the abyss.
I spend my days dreaming of foreign lands and new adventures, I often forget to open my eyes to appreciate where I am.
I have been blessed with the strength to carry myself, my struggles has made my happiness sweeter.
Here are photos of my daily life:
And her days were filled with a silence. Thundering, loud silence.
Candles flickered against the bare white walls and rain drizzles down the window.
The decisions she had made met her every morning, walked her to where she was going and tucked her into bed at night.
Every action felt like a time filler, filling the space between birth and death.
Slumbering blossoms slept in a vase, paper with scribbled words that breathe life scattered across the table. A cup of coffee sat glued to her cold hands.