The past 3 days had found me hovering between voids of midnights and spaced out moments of afternoon. My job pretty much occupied most time of the day. Even then, I realized the void widening manifesting schism. An abyss I don't wish to explore, but my hands are pretty tied down.
I think I'm stil thinking of the events that happened last Sunday, 19th June...none.
IN THE END
End in the darkness I hear a distant voice calling, and I crept along the crevices of void to avoid in collision of whatever, whenever I moved. And I kept on moving, arms flailing callously; desperate now as I knew I know that voice. End in the darkness my efforts failed me. For the void betwixt us is hollow & wider than my eyes could see now in the end, I still kept on. And the more it faints, that voice. Lost now, but I kept on & on...
I think I'm stil thinking of the events that happened last Sunday, 19th June...none.
IN THE END
End in the darkness I hear a distant voice calling, and I crept along the crevices of void to avoid in collision of whatever, whenever I moved. And I kept on moving, arms flailing callously; desperate now as I knew I know that voice. End in the darkness my efforts failed me. For the void betwixt us is hollow & wider than my eyes could see now in the end, I still kept on. And the more it faints, that voice. Lost now, but I kept on & on...
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