limbo

[ophelias_scream]

Waiting for what, I don't know, but the silence of the morning is deafening. Trying to come up out of the ooze......this hole that sucks me further and further in.......made some new friends, laugh a lot, which helps, but what if they turn on me too? I feel like the only prey in a forest of hungry predators.

Creativity flows like water, feeding off my inner turmoil....must I always be so desolate in order to write?