My grief laps at the shores of my being,
I taste some aged sorrow.
Nostalgic on the nose,
The rich earth of my soul.
A quiet appreciation for the dark.
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 11:32 PM UTC
My grief laps at the shores of my being,
I taste some aged sorrow.
Nostalgic on the nose,
The rich earth of my soul.
A quiet appreciation for the dark.
The strange enjoyment of intense sadness