Moments of solitude make you realise the emptiness of existence. That which eats up your hopes and dreams. The light seems darker each time I gaze upon it. It seems no longer a guiding light that strives me to reach from the depths of my existence. But rather a torturous dream with no seek.
Mar 21, 2023
Mar 21, 2023 at 11:11 AM UTC
Moments of solitude make you realise the emptiness of existence. That which eats up your hopes and dreams. The light seems darker each time I gaze upon it. It seems no longer a guiding light that strives me to reach from the depths of my existence. But rather a torturous dream with no seek.
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