ADELE STRATTON HAS NOTHING TO SAY
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Thursday, July 3, 2014
A typical
I'm sick of trying to be normal. It's exhausting. I've never felt like I fit in with the molds society has placed on me based on my age, socioeconomic class, gender, race etc. I don't care anymore.
If I'm going to be miserable regardless I might as well be myself, right?
Man, 26 has been a weird one this far.
Friday, May 9, 2014
Friday, May 2, 2014
Friday, March 14, 2014
Down.
I’m lost in the world
been down my whole life
I’m new in the city...
and I’m down for the night.
and I'm down for the night.
Said she’s down for the night
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Stress fracture
Splinters chip off my broken bones, marrow oozes. Blood swells in my pours. I feel nothing? Shock fades, I'm still conscious. Still breathing.. My glossy eyes flutter, trying to focus. I inhale, not air. The pain, That all too familiar pain. My hollow chest cavity fills with the fog of memory and realization. My pulse quickens. There's a voice "fuck it, at least you can still feel something" I sink, recoiling my body into the tiniest ball. Temples in between shaky knees, arms crossed over bruised and bloody shins, fingers cradling tired ankles. For 3 days I sat in that position. Remembering you, and absorbing every minute of this cruel joke that life played on us.
I'm going back to bed now.
I'm going back to bed now.
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