It’s almost bedtime,because I am so tired.I’ve been torn apart.

For so long,when night fell,I’d leave my blankets disturbed,inviting my monsters to play,but it’s not anybody’s business.I’m not harmful,hurtful,even interesting,and yet,it becomes a public affair,published and preached about,when all I wanted was to wait and watch the sun rise.I am darling in my defensiveness.I am lonely but loved by the angel on my shoulder.She wears…

It was spring,but winter’s woes still lingered,ghosts of Christmas past were running late,recoiling when I politely informed them that my lesson had been learned,and so,once again, in the freezing flurries of a greedy winter,I was alone. I’ve nothing to wonder about,but I wander with a busy mind.Clean hands, but a collapsing conscience.This is not my…