Confessions: of Cowardice

I can’t be always strong.

Facing my fears head along.

Sometimes I just hide and abide, until;

until a time I learn to slip by.

 

 

This is a part of the confession series, written in old sketch books revived to life here.

Confessions : Of Falling Apart

Sometimes I just can’t edit my larger monologues into shorter crisper versions. Sometimes I’m just too attached to the documented version of me.  Anyway, Falling apart is a process not a singular event. So might as well immerse yourself in the process,right?

 

 

 

 

This is a part of Confession Series, written in old sketch books revived to life here.