I owe my best ideas to insomnia, writing in the deep of night.
The damp, gray sidewalk under my feet. A blanket of heavy, gray skies. Gray up above. Gray down below. Gray in front and gray behind. Gray everywhere. A gray sort of day and a gray sort of world.
By AV Carter3 years ago in Humans
One year of this mess. There’s always been a little nagging fear in the back of my mind, itching to come forward when I’ve been stressed about who knows what.