My dreams no longer keep me warm at night; and they haven’t for months now as faith slithers perilously from an impressionably yielding mind.
I am no longer able (or is it that I am unwilling) to clench onto hope.
I have no future. And in reality, I have nothing to actually look forward to.
Christmas approaches at the speed of light, relentless, bitter and mocking. I dread him and his acquaintance New Years Eve.
Heartwarming for most but torturous for the lonely.