Thursday, December 26, 2019

Rolling In Still Motion (December 2019)

And it feels like I'm dying
Does that mean I'm trying?
I cannot breathe. I cannot rest my eyes
Without meaning there's nothing in this life

Cure me from emptiness
Love lost
I cannot comprehend

Days turn
It hurts more
Childhood: an attic
Adulthood: basement floor

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