Dilute me;
add a hint of bitterness,
a bit of preservatives,
a splash of artificial flavor.
Only then might I be enough,
comprehensible,
consumable,
for you to devour whole.
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 8:42 AM UTC
Sometimes the road is rough
It cycles through itself, sometimes curves infinitely
Still I look at the sun's rays
Where the light reveals trails of gold glinting frayed
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 8:35 AM UTC
Sometimes the road is rough
It cycles through itself, sometimes curves infinitely
Still I look at the sun's rays
Where the light reveals trails of gold glinting frayed
Jan 26, 2023
Jan 26, 2023 at 3:47 AM UTC