"RIPPED APART, LIMB BY LIMB.
SHATTERING BONES, HEART CAVING IN.
SELF MUTILATION, SCAR AFTER SCAR.
EMPTY AND HOLLOW, WORN LIKE TAR.”
Its easier to believe that this sweet madness & glorious sadness…can bring me to my knees 🎶
The whole value of solitude depends upon one’s self; it may be a sanctuary or a prison, a haven of repose or a place of punishment, a heaven or a hell, as we ourselves make it.