i heard echoes reverberating
in this dreary forest i am waiting.
the caws of crows,
the cries of cicadas,
the whispers of wind,
and the rustling of leaves.
these eerie cacophonies filled
the place.
back then, i pinpointed my destination.
anon, i foresaw that is no salvation.
hence, i'll stay here and seek for a haven
until the moment i go crestfallen.
day and night,
dusk 'til dawn.
i searched for years but there was none.
the cold rain cascaded upon me
as i questioned my existence,
"am i a navigator whose all
directions lead to doom?
or am i a vagabond with no place to call home?"
—fomalhaut, 043021
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Gloomy Days, Serene Nights
Puisiour mind is like the winter. cold, matured, senesced, rational and silent. our heart is like the summer. warm, innocent, vernal, vehement and vibrant. they are polar opposites. however, when we write, those two are fused. the heart be the faucet o...
