there's an ever-consuming sense of melancholy that rings in my bones, breaking me apart like the tides break the wind. i feel the wave of everyone's emotions and it tires me, erodes me. breaks me apart slowly until the time comes where i can rest for a brief moment: an interlude between today and the next. this time is sacred, it recharges me. but the thing is, i'm never fully recharged when i wake, and so i walk around this earth, low on energy and empty minded, and the process is repeated.
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Poetry© 8ront3 xxmviii compilation of writing over the years; poetry, short stories, recollections of experiences.
