Today was the four hundred and seventh day I found myself in the Café Sella. I don't know where they get their names. Sella turcica was a depression in the skull for the pituitary gland. But I hardly think that's the derivation for the name. I don't know. I'm to drowsy from the sleeping pills. … Continue reading The Café
Month: October 2019
The First Time
How do I start? Well, a lot of things happened. My fiance cheated on me since I was away. I returned to find out and fell back into depression. Katy gifted me a kitten to soak up my grief. I met my ex again by accident and finally had some closure. Oh, and also, there … Continue reading The First Time
For Your Friend
If I am to die tonight, Will there be no light? Will the birds stop their song? Will you realise where you went wrong? If this is my last breath, Will I spend it in wrath? Will you be my last regret? Or apologize, for what you said. How could I let it all fall? … Continue reading For Your Friend
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