September 05, 2025

My taste for deep dark cavern are probably the source of my discontent. If I have to point. I would accuse my maiden anatomy, bleeding me dry every moon days. Better yet, I can blame the whole damn world for my dreary thoughts. I like to think of it like a common cold. Passing by as the season change or settling in as the rain visits. Whoever may be responsible for this desolate feeling, I must nevertheless row the boat. As the river of life flows, my boat must float. However, it may capsize when the wave hits. To subltely drown me and let me know how to breathe.