deephousejunkie
New Here
It's a new year and as good of a time as ever to find a place to hide behind metaphors and trees. Yesterday I wrote stories of love and hope, today it is bantering of the pain adversities have left me stung with. Poisonous venom surging through my blood stream, infecting every atomic level sized part of my being. No doctor can express this substance even with ambition. One day it will start to dry up. It won't ever leave but it will become stagnant. Well known in this place. Internal lashes are the only thing that leaves scar on this body.