keep digging, keep digging
as if the dirt holds what i need
while the hole keep widening
while the dust makes it hard to breathe
while the ground is losing its floor
keep running, keep running
as if my legs still know the way
while my feet are heavy as stone
while the mind keeps calling this "home"
while the heart whispers "it's not"
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 11:35 AM UTC
keep digging, keep digging
as if the dirt holds what i need
while the hole keep widening
while the dust makes it hard to breathe
while the ground is losing its floor
keep running, keep running
as if my legs still know the way
while my feet are heavy as stone
while the mind keeps calling this "home"
while the heart whispers "it's not"
