Sometimes I feel like pieces of me are falling off, and sometimes I feel like pieces are being sucked in to the black hole just below my ribcage above my navel. My heart is extra fragile these days because a few too many of these thoughts have jostled & bruised it on their way into the centre of that blackness. Soon my head will be as clean as first snow, but I hope that my heart is still whole & able to enjoy it.
Self Study 