Never have I known how it feels to be in a place with so much fragility, that the invasive scent of whatever porridge they decide to serve every morning is what it means to get saved another day.
If walls could talk they would be a point of reference to recount the true story of every human tragedy and joy. If walls could talk, they would show more sympathy and understanding because they can listen for a lifetime…
Hearts shed people throughout life- like broken angels crossing time- in the form of lovers and loved ones.
Feeling now only total defeatI cannot bear to face the lighta dark place in my mind is where I retreatonce I stood tall, with confidence and might.