My eyes are my truth
Two deep ponds, a crystal bright blue
They may appear shallow at some angles
But the more you get to know me, my soul with reveal itself
And only then will you see the ponds are deeper
Deep as can be
Two never- ending craters, of regret and apathy
I’ve spent so long, drowning myself
That perhaps I will never make it out
The deeper I drift down, the more I think
Do I belong on the surface?
For what is my purpose, if I mess up everything?
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 9:02 AM UTC