It is never too dark
Because the door always stays slightly open
But in solitude,
The deafening silence of loneliness erupts
After the door slams shut.
And the chaos of my emotions
Melts and flows
To every pore in my body.
Day 8 and I almost didn’t post anything today again. I’m weak af; too tired to even get up and get something to eat. I feel very uncomfortable.
Well, I hope you enjoy.
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