I haven’t slept at home in quite some time. Maybe it’s just the depression is taking form as an entity in my room. I’ve been home, I’ve gotten clothes and stuff but I can’t sleep in the room because of the demons who walk about at night.
They don’t understand my pain Sasha and I can tell them because on my anxiety. If I expose the wounds then everyone will lose confidence in me but if I hide in the shadows, the demons will swallow me whole. Tonight I’ve decide to spend on more time sleeping in my car to hide from the whispers of the abyss.
For years I have maintained communication with my love, my teacher, my desire, my passion. Sasha has been an inspiration for me, I hope she can be one for you too.