mynameistesa

    Sunshine    Early October was a time of year i use to love, the cold brings out the best in the trees. I am a man who loves the cold for no other reason than it helps me to greater savor the warm. But i have since lost my capacity for the warm on this month’s fourth day many years before. I am no longer affected by any warm, if it be the warm of fire, my favored quilt on a bitter winter night or the warm of my past love when she’d become so cold as to shiver and shake in my arms when i do my damnedest to keep her warm. I know not if there still exists a warm i am able to savor.    As of late i have noticed my mind is more p

I'm drowning in an abyss of sadness, i can not swim, i can not float, everyone else seems to have found a boat, as i sink deeper, they yell for me to swim, but every time i reach the brim, i find away to sink myself deeper, Its like the slop I'm sliding down gets steeper.