birth of perception
The aftermath.
day 5; first inch touching back to normal…
The spark flicks against the silence, inhale.
There’s no turning back, just thoughts shifting, exhale.
Every step is a limp of weakness and every second just keeps ticking...I am empty.
day 5; first inch touching back to normal…
The spark flicks against the silence, inhale.
There’s no turning back, just thoughts shifting, exhale.
Every step is a limp of weakness and every second just keeps ticking...I am empty.