journal seventeen.

Isn’t it gratifying? To hear the words they say? The praises they sing? Who are you trying to kid? We all know. You care what they think. But how could you not. Children, we were born this way, fingers scrolling on digital screens. We don’t touch grass anymore. We watch it, behind a sheet. WeContinue reading “journal seventeen.”

drugs ruled everything around me.

The sun had long since set as I pulled up to my driveway, to a building that nursed my childhood but now contained a better part of vacancy, most rooms not having had seen life for months on end. Over the past couple years, days had become a routine from my bedroom to the kitchenContinue reading “drugs ruled everything around me.”