it clings and
hangs.
god!
it's so
cloyingly
thick.
it smothers
and
Pervades,
like
a thick
pea soup.
this crushing
obliteration
that is
a sober
mind.
it is reminder
of longing and
loss.
i wish You were here.
whoever "You" happens to be.
Is this how Debussy felt ?
i can only sit
and stare.
it just hurts too much.
and there aren't words.
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 1:35 AM UTC
it clings and
hangs.
god!
it's so
cloyingly
thick.
it smothers
and
Pervades,
like
a thick
pea soup.
this crushing
obliteration
that is
a sober
mind.
it is reminder
of longing and
loss.
i wish You were here.
whoever "You" happens to be.
Is this how Debussy felt ?
i can only sit
and stare.
it just hurts too much.
and there aren't words.
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