Exhaustion at its finest.
Noises blend together
And there is no room for kindness.
Feeling lighter than a feather;
Heavier than a bull.
Your being becomes the weather,
the weather becomes your soul.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC
Exhaustion at its finest.
Noises blend together
And there is no room for kindness.
Feeling lighter than a feather;
Heavier than a bull.
Your being becomes the weather,
the weather becomes your soul.
