eternalnightcap

My affinity is waning, I'm wretched and broody. My perspectives are broadening, my strenghts are evolving I'm finding I'm a person I cannot consistently be. My lungs blew out sideways In a [brilliant] escape. This left me with nothing but one reasonable thought; I think I need to head off and self destruct for a while. An archangel told me, grief is the price we pay for intimacy. And I said, well, no wonder. I find solace in the reminder that my able mind has hung around. I thought it may have removed itself, on a pilgrimage to where the dead reside. I've grown threaded with articulation, but incompetent at self expressio