Drowning in this pain of loneliness, wondering where tomorrow I'll end up.
It's crazy how we talk about our future like we have a clue what tomorrow will bring us.
Tomorrow, a far distant fragment of hope we clutch inside us.
Could it mean tomorrow is a hope?
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eternally ephemeral [ poetry & prose ]
Poetry[ Previously titled Soothing Thoughts of the Clamorous Mind. ] Here are the- Words dripping out of my mouth like ink Vanishing into the blues on the brink Of whispered promises That make our hearts scratch with callouses. Or in short and simple way...