Sunday, 2 March 2025

Hurt

 I can feel your pain. It's temporary and it's nowhere near to what you made me feel. 

I can feel your hurt. It's always there. You'll never forget it. The deep inside thing is the guilt that you carry. 

I can feel your wound. You're scarred, you're fine, you're the greatest of them all. 

You were the triumvirate of my aching heart.

śūnya; our names are the same 🤯

 Rock

Fields

Void

Nothing 


Saturday, 1 March 2025

 You shouldn't mess with darkness, because it will swallow you up.