It all comes back, like the quiet of the night. Buried deep inside are the longings and the grief for a thing you never experienced. Or did you?
It lingers over my head
To the point i can’t disguise.
Searching for a warmth of sunlight
Whilst I look for myself in the fog.
Longing for the airy waves of ecstasy,
Yet my heart surrenders itself to bleak.
Alone, in my head.
I try, try,
And try.
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