The bottle says nothing
Just fills with emptiness,
An emptiness it will never understand.
The echoes receding to
Their century
Though never centered.
It is who am I,
It is who I am.
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 7:12 PM UTC
The bottle says nothing
Just fills with emptiness,
An emptiness it will never understand.
The echoes receding to
Their century
Though never centered.
It is who am I,
It is who I am.