Recollection of memory haunting like ghosts, flooded with thoughts of the undeniable hosts. Pale and slim with little dry food, ignoring the feeling of the stomachs craving mood.
Dreary feelings encouraging gloom, in need of a quiet place to banish my mental monsoon.
Caught on hooks, with my struggling legs, all motivation is lost like the poor man that begs. Howling deeply to the depths of despair, there is no one but dismissal because caring is rare.
Galavanting in the brain that breeds the senses, revising my body to engage in my ventures.