Finding My Wild

Category: surviving

  • watching

    Do you remember the moment you died? I do. The space where the light used to shine was hollow. Ink-black pools of nothingness bore into me, and I died a little on the inside. You, the epitome of walking sunshine, had allowed this world to kill you, and I, your greatest admirer, stood idly by,…

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  • passed out

    Did you know passing outIs not the same asfalling asleep?Just like being aliveis not the sameasliving. -Kate Gegas

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  • weekend

    40 OZ.Two days.Forgotten hours.Alone at bedtime.Slurred good nights.why aren’t weenough? -Kate Gegas

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  • sickness

    …yet to this sickness, I seem to be an addict…it is as thought ecstasy is coursing through me, when really, all I’m feeling is the absence of grief, and it’s a high I right for as long as I can. Kate Gegas

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  • conditioned to live

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  • shallow

    thoughts of an insomniac

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