Sometimes the emptiness is the heaviest
The world feels numb
Like my connection to the world has long been disconnected
Like fingertips sanded away
Nerves sleeping
The only taste in my mouth is of the food eaten yesterday.
I live in a land of suspension
Swimming between worlds that don’t want me
Stuck as a nomad
a child of purgatory
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 11:41 PM UTC
Sometimes the emptiness is the heaviest
The world feels numb
Like my connection to the world has long been disconnected
Like fingertips sanded away
Nerves sleeping
The only taste in my mouth is of the food eaten yesterday.
I live in a land of suspension
Swimming between worlds that don’t want me
Stuck as a nomad
a child of purgatory
