It is in the mornings
When the mask is left lying somewhere on the floor
Or possibly tangled up in the sheets
That I’m exposed to the reality of my existence
**** the emptiness is breathtaking…
Dec 21, 2025
Dec 21, 2025 at 5:09 PM UTC
It is in the mornings
When the mask is left lying somewhere on the floor
Or possibly tangled up in the sheets
That I’m exposed to the reality of my existence
**** the emptiness is breathtaking…