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Tunnels of Depression

Tunnels of Depression

There's a sickening feeling of being surrounded by darkness. What feels like an everlasting doom consuming your peripherals.

You're trapped, maybe not physically, but mentally, or both. If, one stands in place, that place becomes your home. A home that echoes into the voids of your mind driving you insane.

I write this, 12:28am...

I write this, 12:28am...

I write this, 12:28am… a few drinks in. Guess who’s back? Back again. My second book drops tomorrow. What a journey it has been since my first. The world is vastly different. I am vastly different. Hert changed my life in ways that I never would’ve imagined.

Trying To Save Everyone

Trying To Save Everyone

What if you forgot how to swim? What if you were drowning because of your friends? What if it was your fault for letting them drown you? What if even after that, you still tried to save your friends from drowning, only to sink further? Would you still have wanted to know how to swim?