V.J.C.

Two years have past, everything amd nothing has changed.
I still struggle and try to find my way through this world that seems so dark. Not really seeing the things around, focused on surviving.
A lot of grief has brought me to this point...I once thought my eyes wide open. So much time has passed and now it feels like my eyelids are being forced to their limit while my eyeballs are torn from the sockets...
I wither and fade as the days pass in a blurr of nonsense that is reality. Write, this is the survival I know best. Continously I drag my broken soul back to it's comforting familiarity to heal from the insanity of reality.