Like a fog.
No direction
No care
Just walk
No speed
Just fast
Just achingly slow
Vapors are cotton
Thick. Opaque.
Adieu, my breath
Bend the once-proud neck
Crushing Stone-mills
All
too
real
Who are you
What have you done
No one
Nothing
See what I've become?
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How Wonderful: The Poetry of Disjointed Minds
ПоэзияPoems for any that are lost. For any that have tried and failed for lasting joy. A humble attempt to comfort and mourn with you through words. For anyone wondering... The cover picture is of a sunrise, not a sunset. I think all the glory is given...
