effort(less)
i feelall of the thingsi neededfall awayscabs inthe tempestas my diseasednothingnesspulsatesin a frenzyof denials it is easierto slap awaythe hand seekingsuccor rather thanoffering peaceto acceptthere is onlyemptinessbetween thosedying emberspopulating theeerie cosmos the damagescallously inflictedmake it sowhen i curl upinto a ballit almost feelsas if i am beingheld againas long as iignore the factthe arms are […]