torsdag 19. februar 2026

my room no longer exists ☆ fiks?

Everything ever
Has secrets
The trees
Are millions of many years
Grown and branched out from seeds and nuts and fragments of a world once known
But lost in the fall

My childhood home
No longer stands on the same mud
My room, was lost in the fire
The fire of loosing a childhood 
The fire of never again being the same

I have nowhere to sleep


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