Sanctuary [Poetry]

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Someday, I will reach the point where I can't extend my hand anymore. Like a spring refuses to go back to its origin as it's was stretched too far, as it explored too deadly.

Someday, I will reach the point where my mind would just give up thinking even the deadliest thought we could ever imagine. Like the light on its maximum heat, producing warmth no more, until the coldness replaces it.

Someday, maybe someday—I'll reach the point where emptiness finally ends.