It’s 4:44 and I’m drowning

Drowning in boxes, drowning in sorrow. Call it seasonal depression, call it my life. Another day, another day. How the sun and moon revolve around one another playing flirtatious games with my heart. It’s 4:44 and nights of no matter run on and on through my mind. People I have no care for; moments notContinue reading “It’s 4:44 and I’m drowning”