happy new year.
names change in my phone cause now im alone
water dries out but then pores again
the waiver in my voice mimics ocean waves .
happy new year.
but i don't feel anything.
on an adventure to find who i am
and cant see anything.
dont know how far ive come or
how far ive sunk but
i trust the process as little as i trust myself.
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A Few Thousand Nights
Poetrya poetry about the ups and downs of life, love, and hardships
