Grimy, old cigarettes roughly grab a misty, noisy street.
What a wicked game to play at three in the morning.
Tendrils pursue the night air and ragged breaths breathe.
Stark, grey night sky puffing and covering the planes.
Wet snaps stepping.
Wet drops sapping.
Falling on me.
Nothing to say.
~ Telling the Truth, Mainly
Helping those with Borderline Personality Disorder fight the stigma and enjoy their lives for who they are - highly empathetic, compassionate and creative people with beautiful minds.
Cartoons by John Atkinson. ©John Atkinson, Wrong Hands
Man cannot survive on coffee and sarcasm alone. But we sure can.
Online therapy for creatives
Love Ails 