The Adulthood Shift

On my back in the night, eyes wide open, nothing but black, less scared of the darkness outside than of the darkness inside.
(My hand is still janked up so instead of being able to draw or sketch or paint to express myself, I’m forced to use words; pardon my lack of skill in this form of expression)

1 thought on “The Adulthood Shift

  1. Genknee Jirk Reeakchon

    You just write and write and write and don’t feel like you have to apologize! Just get it out – share it if you want to and let it pass through you. Don’t let it get stuck in that beautiful head of yours. ❤ Love you.



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