Day: April 30, 2019

if i could come to grips with everything i’ve lost then maybe i’d be whole again but instead i dwell on the missing faces  and the moments that never took place and if you were me only then you’d see  through eyes of coal and feel through an empty soul….. © 1999 josephine b. ciliento

crawl into my safe haven… an exact replication of an untouched womb… scratch my random thoughts into a fresh notebook… with my pen at my side and wounds still bleeding… i walk the streets to work in amazement and disgust… how could a life lived literally turn to dust?… a product of our environment… deteriorating… Continue reading “in fetal position”