in the weight of my own responsibility, the sight of the complete impossibility, the viselike crush of the hands of time,
only the imaginary music of comfort layers under the deafening silence of night, and my loneliness brings me deeper inside me.
oh, that a miracle would defeat these words.
and this heart of loneliness.
1 comment:
hm it seems like a lot of people are reflecting on the final week of undergrad.
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