It opens,
that pure white gap feels like a sclera staring at me
It fills with cherry filling
Cleanse it over "pure" water, again
And again
And again
That cherry filling still overflows
I barely feel anything
I don't feel anything
Or I just feel too much and it overwhelms all of me
This doesn't help anyone, yet I still want to feel something that's balanced
Exact
In between
I'm tired
Tuesday, May 3, 2022
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
-
Do you ever wonder who you are? "Who am I?" Is a question I ask myself in the mirror often But I never get a response The mirror...
-
Do you miss it? Do you miss the exhilarating highs Do you miss the emptied yearning Do you miss the blissful coagulation Do you miss the to...
-
What a warm voice, I can feel myself sinking into it Like a nigh endless deluge, It’s filled with wonders and colors I’ve never seen before!...
No comments:
Post a Comment