In the river of things that never rests,
there's always something.
Another pebble in the shoe,
another dissatisfaction,
guilt in a rendered voice.
Not loud enough to be called a storm,
not small enough to be dismissed as despair.
My eyes survived the curse of the mind
the luminous enchanter, a relentless golden forge.
An awareness of distance,
an invisible wall, constantly felt.
A cry within,
desperate as an echo of warmth,
sometimes it's sour,
a taste that refuses to become part of me.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 7:41 PM UTC
In the river of things that never rests,
there's always something.
Another pebble in the shoe,
another dissatisfaction,
guilt in a rendered voice.
Not loud enough to be called a storm,
not small enough to be dismissed as despair.
My eyes survived the curse of the mind
the luminous enchanter, a relentless golden forge.
An awareness of distance,
an invisible wall, constantly felt.
A cry within,
desperate as an echo of warmth,
sometimes it's sour,
a taste that refuses to become part of me.
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