the vicious bustles of autumn are trembling before my eyes - a changing of seasons means nothing to a despondent spirit. my body is no temple, more so a dungeon brimming with rust and mildewy dreams disintegrating in quiet solitude. Jupiter's hellish servants are wrenching my subconscious until now she has seemed to transform into dull cement. utterly stagnant. what has happened, o dear! summer's endless strawberry fields have no effect on me for the solar eclipse is near and my world will soon be filled with blinding darkness again. my swollen tongue is reeling, she has been suffocated with words unsaid for I must not anger the fates, I must persevere through the trials and tribulations they put through. but how? how will I look to the eclipsed sun with no fear of my eyes faltering and losing sight of who I am?
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a/n: hope ur well! I am currently trying to fight through a rather rampant depressive episode if that makes sense, so hopefully I will not feel so empty when reading my poetry soon cos this is the only way I know how to Survive haha
