It was Sunday afternoon, and the time was moving steadily.
My room is a solemn dusk as the skyline would summon a perfect storm. All I could hear was my blood, rapidly gushing, in a body that is a vessel of momentary waves; and I was idling, holding a ***** cup. Can I still even keep my coffee warm in my freezing hands? Forlorn by the sunlight, torn by a whimsical love.
And yet, I still keep you,
as I search for you on the shelves
as I look for you at the other side of the door.
_This room is full of calamity, isn't it?_
Oct 28, 2023
Oct 28, 2023 at 12:42 PM UTC
It was Sunday afternoon, and the time was moving steadily.
My room is a solemn dusk as the skyline would summon a perfect storm. All I could hear was my blood, rapidly gushing, in a body that is a vessel of momentary waves; and I was idling, holding a ***** cup. Can I still even keep my coffee warm in my freezing hands? Forlorn by the sunlight, torn by a whimsical love.
And yet, I still keep you,
as I search for you on the shelves
as I look for you at the other side of the door.
_This room is full of calamity, isn't it?_
