The phones, the phones, the phones.
Always an intrusion.
Ugh. The insisting klaxons.
I lived before there was voicemail.
Thass right mother fuckers.
An ancient time when it was possible to truly miss a call. 642 more words
My writings trigger people. They are not just words but means of releasing and healing old issues and old wounds that can’t even be articulated because they are so deep, so old, or were inflicted at a time when the human brain was not formulated. 429 more words