"Hello my first name is distance, and I really don't care if I never wake up again."

Sometimes I inhale sorrow and exhale peace. The exhaustion is too much to bear, and I wish that I could just sleep.
Tomorrow will eventually be yesterday, and yesterday just won't matter anymore.

But what do you do when yesterday is a missing peice of your heart etched into your guilt ridden brain? How will tomorrow ever come if you are stuck in a blur of everything that doesn't even matter?

it doesn't really matter anymore.

His hands on my body. The searing pain. Bruises fade, don't they? I still feel the stubble, I still smell the poison. I can taste it, I can hear it. All the outlets have been painted over.

Where will we recharge?