A wretched mind frame
lit with sapphire flame.
In it my past ignites,
destined to flee into emptiness.
All my mental souvenirs slowly evanesces,
as if my mind is a quicksand.
What's the point
of making new memories
if i cant even hold on
to the one's that i already have?
Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 8:36 AM UTC
A wretched mind frame
lit with sapphire flame.
In it my past ignites,
destined to flee into emptiness.
All my mental souvenirs slowly evanesces,
as if my mind is a quicksand.
What's the point
of making new memories
if i cant even hold on
to the one's that i already have?
