Stability of Commiseration
It’s here again. Withering, breathing life into itself. It knows it does not belong, but I fight to distinguish where to place it, or how long it’s been there growing and self-feeding. It happens so frequently that I have begun to lose myself in its promises, lies and manipulation. Sometimes, it really isn’t so bad, offering jovial perspectives and ethereal highs. Other times, well it robs me, stealing my joy, […]