August 30, 11:52 p m.

What can be said? When there is a thousand fucking things that haven't been said. Drag the waters for change, a penny for your thoughts? I refuse to be complacent, memories like poison become persistent. I'm picking at wounds so the healing is distant words like kisses- creates scars pessimistic . I try to run from being vulnerable but I've become caged in my own prison. Forget what once was, reality resides this instant!