3/16/19

The hole swallows me whole.  Consumes me, total. I am only a hole.  Insatiable.  Unable to be filled.  Unfathomable.  Hollow. In my space and time I seek.  I told myself I was whole. I thought I loved myself.  I lost myself in the hole.  I walked down into it and then it was covered over.Continue reading “3/16/19”

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