It has been several months since I started keeping the calendar, that has been going great. Writing a journal however, I admit hasn't been abided by. A few days after my cycle and only two days with an insomniac attack. It is 3:17 am some day in March or April when I decide to stop … Continue reading Periodism.



9th May He was standing over me. I lay there, not entirely helpless but scared out of my wits. Nervous. I'm shaking like a leaf at the mercy of a strong wind (how did this phrase go again? Y'all used it to spice up primary compositions). He is gloved and ready. I knew I was … Continue reading Numbed.