Loneliness is the manila color which enchants paper as it ages.
It grows old and musky regardless of how many eyes look upon its texture.
It reaches the air of abandonment more quickly when exposed to the atmosphere and light.
An unexposed paper will stay pristine longer.
It doesn't know vacancy and longing.
It never had someone in the first place.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 4:34 AM UTC
Loneliness is the manila color which enchants paper as it ages.
It grows old and musky regardless of how many eyes look upon its texture.
It reaches the air of abandonment more quickly when exposed to the atmosphere and light.
An unexposed paper will stay pristine longer.
It doesn't know vacancy and longing.
It never had someone in the first place.
In a world of crowns and trenches,
I have found myself entrenched.
