I view time kind of like a spiral staircase.
Like a ticking clock
The arms sweeping across the face like the inside of a lighthouse
Always moving forwards, building up, never stopping? Never going back.
But sometimes the brick turns into cobwebs, and sometimes the darkness devours the bottom steps, and I reduce my life to a limbo
A balancing act of racing towards a life I'll never reach, climbing from a darkness that will never fade
Reaching for a light I'll never see,
a blackness never sated
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After (2024)
Short StoryIt's a story about recovering from depression. My journey to stay happy after a long couple years. I write mostly poetry. If you want to read more about my struggles click my profile, I have one published story detailing my 2023 year. It's still har...
