it's exhausting! Isn't it?
existence is exhausting
I feel like a city under the war for decades
battle after battle
death after death
trauma after trauma
It always feels like
a pair of lungs half-filled with water
I need something peaceful
the sound of the trees
and smell of dead body
when the war is over
you know you lost so much
that it might take three lives
to fill the gap
but you know that now it's over,
as the wind swipes through the street of a post-apocalyptic city.
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 8:32 PM UTC
it's exhausting! Isn't it?
existence is exhausting
I feel like a city under the war for decades
battle after battle
death after death
trauma after trauma
It always feels like
a pair of lungs half-filled with water
I need something peaceful
the sound of the trees
and smell of dead body
when the war is over
you know you lost so much
that it might take three lives
to fill the gap
but you know that now it's over,
as the wind swipes through the street of a post-apocalyptic city.
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