Tiny Fractures of Death

As the clock ticks on, the soul encounters tiny fractures of death hairline cracks seemingly invisible, superficial yet they run deep one more word one more look one more reason to S h a t t e R and nothing matters anymore Nothing. 022920121233p1241 randomness balisa young heart frog-in-throat the thought of ... . the snots phase again wanting to scream wanting that dam to break but forcing it not too, too much, that the belly of the dragon hurts and the demons become unhidden unmasked and no, they are not imaginary just frozen all along and with the heat of emotions, the forced melting of these glaciers lead to the unraveling the shifting, actually of mindsets and heartaches this makes no sense again, I ramble just lost with the thought of having lost you all these years 1220541620 years 4132016107113