DAILY DISHONESTY →
paperheartsandspilledink: When everyone’s left the house. At first the silence is sweet. Then it turns bitter once your thoughts overwhelm, and you realize the problem: You’re alone.
When you’ll be here, I know that everything will finally be okay. 32 days.
Just a Perspective: On Depression in Artists →
paperheartsandspilledink: We’ve got gray clouds in our heads, and shadows in our eyes. Things to carry that turns our blood to stone, makes our heart stop beating. Thumping. Fighting. But we see. We feel everything. Our neurons and receptors catch fire. We can describe what it’s like to breathe subtle scents on our lover’s…