Clenched fists, gritted teeth, tears at the side of my eyes. Helpless. Breathless.
A ton of questions, none answered.
To be buried in the depths of the heart
or to be burnt at the edges of it?
Noises, incomplete sentences, complete sorrow.
Seeking comfort under volcanoes.
When will i feel the ground?
Are there even grounds to justify these notions?
The only escape are behind the mirrors of words.
Masks, masked, to be unmasked.
The walk continues, the path dimmer and dimmer.
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