Thursday

It blurs

 Each day turns into the next, there’s no warning there’s no change. Days slip into the next. Blurred or my vision is cloudy. 

People stopped paying attention and the days blur. It used to be I had something to look forward too.  

I can’t eat, I can’t walk, no one talks to me

  It’s a blur 

Shrinking until shrunk

This is the end of a story that I will never start writing. I used grammerky for my spelling and grammarly mistakes. But, the rest is me.  C...