𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ

sinking

most hearts remember and

are lifted up to heaven by

the wings of memories but

mine collects the sorrow smudged past

heavy like a demon, a boulder, the world

sinking, sinking, sinking...

i can't take this