So I digress
While I move
And fail my own sense
Losing touch from within
Accepting touch from somewhere else
My lungs breathe
As dutiful as the pen I lay to rest
And I will walk over earth
Mourning my own theft
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 7:24 PM UTC
So I digress
While I move
And fail my own sense
Losing touch from within
Accepting touch from somewhere else
My lungs breathe
As dutiful as the pen I lay to rest
And I will walk over earth
Mourning my own theft
