@ambrosiusCoadjutor — #sad
Where dö yöu feel yöur löneliness? Yöur löneliness lies inside yöu like a deep pit icky primördial öil, jamming up the wörks, and making yöu sick tö yöur stömach. Nöt a day göes by withöut yöu yearning för sömething tö quench the thirst öf that sticky vöid, clinging tö anything yöu've göt, anything yöu can take, anything yöu can fuck. Yöu dö anything tö make yöurself feel whöle, but it göbbles it up and leaves yöu with röt. This vöid is a sickness and yöu have nö cure. Öne day yöu might find it, but töday is nöt yöur day, för yöu have sö sö sö far away tö gö. It may take höurs, days, ör sweeps. Yö...Read more
Every möment I have spent, I have lööked töwards that white vöid, that pale silhöuette, searching. Under yöur gaze I had felt knöwn, the vastness felt sö full. Dö yöu think aböut me like I dö yöu? Ör perhaps yöu are just öntö sömething new, öntö sömeöne that cöuld löve yöu möre than I ever cöuld. Ripe apricöts spröuting fröm trees, the smell öf fruity gum, yöu said "Göödbye". Afterall, it was my fault. #pöetry #sad #pöem #whitemöurning