You’ve filled every crevice of my mind.
Much like the haze that’s settled into these mountains.
Cradled.
The distance doesn’t make a difference.
You were just blowing it, smoke.
Disappointment will dissipate.
Winter is on its way,
I feel it in my chest.
Dec 8, 2021
Dec 8, 2021 at 12:31 PM UTC
You’ve filled every crevice of my mind.
Much like the haze that’s settled into these mountains.
Cradled.
The distance doesn’t make a difference.
You were just blowing it, smoke.
Disappointment will dissipate.
Winter is on its way,
I feel it in my chest.
