Untitled pt. 7

What else was there to say? The white noise had subsided and now I was left with these frequent and yet subtle whispers, almost screams. Gravely indifferent to the whole holiday thing, it was easy for me to ignore the insanity while feeling settled in my own. Some of which I could rarely make out the commentary on, however, the meanings remained consistent. I was running off of little sleep and even less optimism these days, though I seemed to need more of both to capture your attention. Decidedly unattached, I hung back and waited for you more than I … Continue reading Untitled pt. 7