a child afraid of the dark
I find myself trapped under a suffocating weight, like quicksand is pulling me deeper, all while an anchor holds me in place. My hands stretch toward the light, but it feels forever beyond my grasp, fading so fast.
Each step I take feels heavier, as if the shadows are clawing at my ankles, attempting to pull me back into the...
Each step I take feels heavier, as if the shadows are clawing at my ankles, attempting to pull me back into the...