The dust covered ground made everything seem so quiet and dead. The air was dry, and my breathing was unbearably stiff. I coughed against my better judgement, unwillingly taking more into my lungs. I tried to move forward but my legs felt too heavy, it was like gravity had doubled in strength and it wanted… Continue reading Hope Fading.
Our lives are made up of many insignificant actions; and I can't find a way to align them. I spend my time drowning in self-doubt and dread. The pain which lives within me, breaks through my body like a thousand spikes trying to make their escape, and I scream into the air as I tried… Continue reading Hope.