Sometimes when I look up,
I can feel the heaviness in my eyes
from things I carry but cannot release.
Like still water,
never moving,
intimidating in the silence of it all.
What lurks beneath?
Not even I know.
Jul 16, 2025
Jul 16, 2025 at 5:41 PM UTC
Sometimes when I look up,
I can feel the heaviness in my eyes
from things I carry but cannot release.
Like still water,
never moving,
intimidating in the silence of it all.
What lurks beneath?
Not even I know.
