"Is there truly a point in staring at the sky, desperate for a miracle, for maybe a star to blink at the right moment, or for the breeze to whisper sweet lullabies to make you sleep?"
"Be wary of the ones you put your trust in, some of them may very well be owls,"
"I trust no one. I do not even trust the beating of my own heart."
"To be called William, to have such a dashing and thrilling new name, though it sounds absurd given the circumstances of my birth, would be delightful. Please, do call me William from now on,"
"can you hear it?
the revival and the rebirth
the peace that lives on our Earth
the peace that thrives on the silence of our devices"
"they dressed me in black
straightened my collar and combed my hair
they squeezed my lifeless palms and begged
for their tears to nourish my ghastly skin
bring me back to life again"
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The Spiral
PoetryA deep dive into thoughts about the universe, life, emotions and more, down an endless poetic(and sometimes not poetic) spiral. We follow various characters.
