Life is scary, and fear can be found in anything, even the stars we sing to at night. The guilt we are in debt too can be all consuming, leaving behind a kind of cosmic loneliness. So, when do we knock ourselves out in the ring, and where do...
There is no escape, sometimes I'm grateful for the walls because if they weren't there then there would be nothing to bang my head against. The only thing here to grasp onto is pain. Your poem really captures this hopelessness, maybe there is no reply but there are ears...
Very atmospheric, I can feel the emotions and physical senses tickling, intertwined in darkness.
Thank you for interviewing me! Hope to collaborate more with you 🙂
hahaha thanks for the laugh, how does it feel to be 244 years old?
Life is scary, and fear can be found in anything, even the stars we sing to at night. The guilt we are in debt too can be all consuming, leaving behind a kind of cosmic loneliness. So, when do we knock ourselves out in the ring, and where do...
There is no escape, sometimes I'm grateful for the walls because if they weren't there then there would be nothing to bang my head against. The only thing here to grasp onto is pain. Your poem really captures this hopelessness, maybe there is no reply but there are ears...