torsdag 19. februar 2026

sad shamed smile ☆☆☆☆☆

This deep rotting sense
Of alonesomeness
As I sit in a room 
Glowing red and pink
With all these people
And I remember all these human thoughts and sensations I could never tell someone
So alone
That even the brush of a foot against mine on the plane
Or standing in line
Makes me smile my sad shamed smile

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becoming☆☆☆

Sometimes I feel a new wave of me And owerwhelming breath in of "This is becoming" Of a gap from where i left That cliff long ago ...