Waves of regret crashed against the coast of my wit until what I had built against the storm had whittled down to nary a pebble against that rage I could not control.
Open memories fester like old wounds; Every word unsaid colored with yellow bile until consumed with rot as I stare amongst the wreckage that I alone caused.
Haunted by the ghosts of inaction. Every moment wasted another specter. A shade of a past, just barely out of color with the world, until the entire field of my vision is but a wave of darkness: Blankets with sparse lighting, like so much hope faded.
Upon the house of light I sit, as it too crumbles into these waves. The churning waters I can feel accelerate as, even now, I regret inaction. The light, once guardian and beacon both, now naught but shade beneath the waves.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 2:55 PM UTC
Waves of regret crashed against the coast of my wit until what I had built against the storm had whittled down to nary a pebble against that rage I could not control.
Open memories fester like old wounds; Every word unsaid colored with yellow bile until consumed with rot as I stare amongst the wreckage that I alone caused.
Haunted by the ghosts of inaction. Every moment wasted another specter. A shade of a past, just barely out of color with the world, until the entire field of my vision is but a wave of darkness: Blankets with sparse lighting, like so much hope faded.
Upon the house of light I sit, as it too crumbles into these waves. The churning waters I can feel accelerate as, even now, I regret inaction. The light, once guardian and beacon both, now naught but shade beneath the waves.