“We are cotton buds sucking up the sadness of others, we are saturated, we are saviours. We absorb pain, too thick with mess to notice that everything around us is drying up and growing over. We will wake up one day in a wasteland, surrounded by the crumbling bones of those who loved us and waited for us to love them back. We did not forget but we were too busy being useful. We will crumble next to them but it will take forever, we will sit amongst the piles of dust alone.” PainAloneMessWasteland Book:Rest and Be Thankful Source: Rest and Be Thankful
“I hear the crack as she hits the concrete, the street splits, my head splits, pain rakes open my brain. We are both scattered, splattered on the ground.” PainSuicideScattered Thoughts Book:Rest and Be Thankful Source: Rest and Be Thankful