July 07, 2020

 

Darling ghost, It has been weeks now, and I am still numb with anxiety. Still diseased with insecurities. I feel myself shriveling up. I was always numb. I was always diseased. But now it pours like the heavy droplet of rain. It digs into my skin, and creates a tumor in my veins. I can always stand after a fall. I leaned on no one's shadow. Now I am trying to lean on the shadow of a stranger. I cannot confront my own battered state. I do not need love. I am not capable. Not yet. I need to stand up first and give a shoulder to another if I desire a shoulder to lean on. 



Yours.

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