Watching these inner thoughts.
Are the craters of humanity folding in?
They cheer, they laugh, they grin.
I sit, I stare, I’m dim.
I stare at a shelf full of resolve.
I have nothing left to give.
Maybe this should be my last.
The last of my first sip.
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 8:45 PM UTC
Watching these inner thoughts.
Are the craters of humanity folding in?
They cheer, they laugh, they grin.
I sit, I stare, I’m dim.
I stare at a shelf full of resolve.
I have nothing left to give.
Maybe this should be my last.
The last of my first sip.
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