No more observing—yet I can’t pull myself to walk.
I try to speak,
but stop at the thought of my own painful words.
The weight grows heavier;
silence overcomes anxiety.
A scent I once drew in fades,
like the sun in the west.
Remaining Light, swallowed.
I remain unmoved—
same place, same breath,
till the scent won’t reach me no more.
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 6:56 AM UTC
No more observing—yet I can’t pull myself to walk.
I try to speak,
but stop at the thought of my own painful words.
The weight grows heavier;
silence overcomes anxiety.
A scent I once drew in fades,
like the sun in the west.
Remaining Light, swallowed.
I remain unmoved—
same place, same breath,
till the scent won’t reach me no more.
Sequel of "A Bittersweet Scent"
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