I am enveloped by uncomfortable solitude,
the progression of minutes amplifies the unbearable silence.
Maneuvering mindlessly through endless days-
I anticipate their endings.
Defective coping mechanisms include telling myself, “you’re ok,”
they only work long enough to prove that they don’t.
As the weight of the world grows heavier
the…

Yesterday.
It comes, it goes.
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
It all washes away with the progression of time.
We spend most of today
trying to recover it,
that yesterday.
Today.
We plan for tomorrow
tp spend energy on what was and what could be
instead of allowing ourselves
to live…