an ink drop falling on dry paper
the sudden silence turned the sunrise dark
every wind gust projecting a vicious panther
the absence of your hand on frozen skin
crumbling, shivering with hugged legs
awaiting the buzz of salvation
But the sun was always there behind my hands, covering my eyes
and humans generate their own heat
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 2:19 AM UTC
an ink drop falling on dry paper
the sudden silence turned the sunrise dark
every wind gust projecting a vicious panther
the absence of your hand on frozen skin
crumbling, shivering with hugged legs
awaiting the buzz of salvation
But the sun was always there behind my hands, covering my eyes
and humans generate their own heat
