I seem to be the Queen of doing precisely what doesn't work well for me Just like a machine programmed on repeat I'm stuck in the same pattern endlessly All that I sow, I continue to reap It's impossible to dream when I can't even sleep, I just close my eyes in defeat, too tired … Continue reading Stones


desire will be the death of me

I am wrought with desire on the verge of taking over my being. How long can I resist the feeling... Want. Want. Need. Want. Need. Now. My head is so heavy. Distracted. Dazed. Drained. Not an ounce of energy remains... so much required to deny desire, the desperate need inside of me. I've been here … Continue reading desire will be the death of me