Maybe I've lost the grandeur The grandeur I shaped when grief took refuge in me In me there's only scattered letters left, like puzzle pieces not interacting with anything Anything but gravity, like the dark matter in cosmos and maybe I just have to sit here with lilac Lilac emotions seeming grandiose
In the room with creatures carrying black and white. Living there drinking the sweet poison they give. They are just burning inside, taking without any requite. I untied myself from myself that allowed them to affect me. How peaceful it is to find refuge in my head. How peaceful it is to not expect anything. How peaceful it is that you are the only one who can hurt you. ๐ Uhu uhu ๐๐