Waves of words
Waves of words
Thoughts crash into my brain like words, but they do not speak.
They just guide me and my words to paper to finally reach the shore after endless tries of getting there.
They blind my vision to keep me in the darkness and see for themselves.
And the waves grow bigger, heavier, until I drown in them and the darkness becomes whole, robbing me of all my senses.
Feel.
They blind my vision to keep me in the darkness and see for themselves.
And the waves grow bigger, heavier, until I drown in them and the darkness becomes whole, robbing me of all my senses.
Feel.
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