angst

with every restless hour

you spend pacing around your thoughts

searching for an answer,

you keep loosing the minutes with him.

At the call of the one who remember's their dead lover one is alive despite being dead the perishable body shall only hold onto a few...

Staring at the ruined canvas with colours she detest and forms she'd never digest to view any longer, she slathered fresh hues to cover...

let it flow through you, acknowledge it, the suffering shall also have place in your thoughts now Eventually will give root to wisdom and...

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