"𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓱..."
These are the feelings
I carried with me,
thoughts I held back,
scars I hid,
and all the words I kept;
my friend and my foe.
A C H I E V E M E N T S :
» 𝑾𝒂𝒔...
A shout comes out of the room, radiating the tension in the air, quivering the earth, the vessel of silence getting louder and louder.
Hearts tiptoeing, voices fragile and brittle, murmuring floors of eggshells, as the tide of rage swept within the four walls.
Kettle whistling, the steam emanating, as a time bomb was ticking away, hidden by the fog of night and day, waiting to explode, to be the volcano erupting the scene of chaos.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
The tempest of fear, dreading to provoke cracking the glass of doom, as the sky cried out to the sea, tasting the clash of wounds.
Rocks aloof, avoiding the smoke on the horizon, as pieces of a vase shatter in hailing tears, by the climax of harsh hours of screams.
Alas, to walk on shells of yolk to not disturb the air, avoiding great pails of pain cautious to just be.
- Walking On Eggshells ______________________________________
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