It was not courage I found, dwelling up inside.
I roared at empty spaces til I bled out.
Neither was it hope, clinging unto shreds.
I tore apart, tattered ataraxia.
I found the elusive line between cacophony & symphony.
Here I lie,
In peace.
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 2:53 PM UTC
It was not courage I found, dwelling up inside.
I roared at empty spaces til I bled out.
Neither was it hope, clinging unto shreds.
I tore apart, tattered ataraxia.
I found the elusive line between cacophony & symphony.
Here I lie,
In peace.
A minute
An hour
A day
A year
Calm
9th of February, 2018.
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