It’s slowly seeping in, the darkness. I can feel it, inching into me like a snail. I wrote about it earlier, and now, I’m just praying this time won’t be worse.
Perhaps you have to become empty to become full again.
It’s slowly seeping in, the darkness. I can feel it, inching into me like a snail. I wrote about it earlier, and now, I’m just praying this time won’t be worse.
Perhaps you have to become empty to become full again.
