time is the water that flows from you, meaningless, washing away the memory of another day. you are alive miraculously, with less things than needed, the hands you dirtied in living your own.
but if you are, please don’t feed me with words.
time is the water that flows from you, meaningless, washing away the memory of another day. you are alive miraculously, with less things than needed, the hands you dirtied in living your own.
