I don’t write with golden pens
I write with feelings woven in insomnia
Inked with the darkness of nightmares
And the long thoughts of the night
I don’t climb mountains
I fall off cliffs
Past my escaping days
Into myself
And find nothing...
Breathe deeper
Maybe the air will escape the abyss
And release you...
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 11:31 PM UTC
I don’t write with golden pens
I write with feelings woven in insomnia
Inked with the darkness of nightmares
And the long thoughts of the night
I don’t climb mountains
I fall off cliffs
Past my escaping days
Into myself
And find nothing...
Breathe deeper
Maybe the air will escape the abyss
And release you...
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