On days like this when I'm fucking tired, I just whisper to my heart,
"Chill bro. The sun will always set. Just breathe for today. Breathe."
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Bedroom Whispers
Non-FictionThe bedroom holds sacred territory for me. The bed, its altar. One upon which I've offered sacrifices, so many to count and recall. One upon which I currently lay as I once more pay my dues, in taps and clicks. I miss the days when the gods were co...
Breathe
On days like this when I'm fucking tired, I just whisper to my heart,
"Chill bro. The sun will always set. Just breathe for today. Breathe."
