May 2020
The bottle says nothing
Just fills with emptiness,
An emptiness it will never understand.
The echoes receding to
Their century
Though never centered.
It is who am I,
It is who I am.
Just fills with emptiness,
An emptiness it will never understand.
The echoes receding to
Their century
Though never centered.
It is who am I,
It is who I am.
