Skeletons In My Closet
Some things in this world are inescapable.
Despite its strangling grip, I’m attempting to outrun the darkness again, as futile as that may be. Even when the sun shines, I feel no warmth. But what choice do I have? No one sees the tempestuous clouds hanging over my world, urging me to think there’s no hope. But I refuse to give in to despair. And so, I tell myself, This time will be different. I glance down at my sandals. They are clearly the wrong choice as I stum...