the immensity of loneliness is an empty note with no words letterless hence it can not be read never spoken of it merely lingers as an infinite singularity in the heart of existence . I leaned my forehead against your cold brick wall evoking the soundless roars behind the curtains . a rhythm that walks like time surrendering to its own limit maybe its death is the sum of its goodbyes .
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I found the vessel of time, broken at lastsand pouring out and filling meinfinity hours, seems like airair second containing infinitya treasure inside, mother of pearl shimmering in candle light just do what thou wilt, never doubtingthe choices made have given answersmy true will makes me gravitatetowards connection, pain and…
– with an eternal attraction to the maritime. Her hands in the lukewarm water, caress the scalp and the wet hair of the person whose hair she is cleansing. Gazing out over the sea, – conchs and pirates, by-gone monsoons fill her soul with sweet sadness.