Silent observation — careful steps.
No words, no sound escaping.
Only the weight of worry and lingering anxiety,
drawn to a broken scent — beautiful, yet painfully so.
A scent that forges a man stronger, braver,
yet foolish all the same.
And in silence, I breathe it in —
the scent of my own undoing.
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 8:28 PM UTC
Silent observation — careful steps.
No words, no sound escaping.
Only the weight of worry and lingering anxiety,
drawn to a broken scent — beautiful, yet painfully so.
A scent that forges a man stronger, braver,
yet foolish all the same.
And in silence, I breathe it in —
the scent of my own undoing.
Please enjoy, most appreciated
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