09.04.19
dedicated to monotony (yet again)
the deep bass protruding by the box vibrates the cold innards of the chamber
but in a sudden, i become deafened by lavish silence
and when i take these glasses of mine away
it seems like i have been seeing in different colors for the longest time
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
sᴇʟғᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ | ˡᶦᵗᵉʳᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ
Şiirjust poetic rants and love letters slow updates ongoing. mixed literary works
