In the cold water,
floating,
and lost.
The void in the air.
Numb, yet confused.
The noise in the head.
Loud, but voiceless.
Does condolences ever enough?
a shallow and mad journal
In the cold water,
floating,
and lost.
The void in the air.
Numb, yet confused.
The noise in the head.
Loud, but voiceless.
Does condolences ever enough?