Nov 2017
Intoxicated from the weight of euphoria,
Silence drips viscously into the soul
Until drowning is no longer a fear,
But an option.
Feet wet from nostalgia
Of ungraspable motions,
Time rests heavily on dewed eyelids...
The soul buries itself further.
Silence drips viscously into the soul
Until drowning is no longer a fear,
But an option.
Feet wet from nostalgia
Of ungraspable motions,
Time rests heavily on dewed eyelids...
The soul buries itself further.
This was from a prompt about something that brings you happiness and deeply saddens you at the same time. I chose Melancholia.
(28/F/MA)
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