Roles

The butterflies spread the lies all over my body itโ€™s real, I feel it in my bones my neck is stiff, the tendency of holding tension youโ€™re stressing me messing with my mind your performance at lying is terrible you bring me flowers one day and the next day you become violent waves no way…

A Silent Room

How ironic is the noise in this room? Silence fills the air… As thick as fog! All doom and gloom. Even though you lay near me, I feel like the only one in here. The echoes howling at the TV screen. This is not how it used to be. Are you still here? Is this…