withered & wilted
Aug 22, 2024
What’s left of me be close to nothingness — I’ve lost my passion for life, and all of my memories have gone sour.
I want — rather, I need rest, I say, and perhaps being stripped of everything that I’ve ever known, embodied, and needed be necessary for a grand surrender.
I don’t hold much left that is worth saving by the means of grace— simply, I must wait for an empathetic wind to set me free.
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