what day is it.

White light filters into parts of the brain I do not want to illuminate

All is grey and the mountains have told me they won't be subsiding

Labored lungs and a realisation that this cage extends beyond the curtain

There might have been tears but I felt nothing

Reviews

[JC]

this made me feel like I was waking up hungover in a hotel room, emotions all frayed like razors and the thoughts rambling all over...great read.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

when life fails to matter anymore...the days just bleed into each other, one monotonous grey day after another.