A wise person once said...Oh wait, that's me. Forget the "wise" part then. XD
“The embers burn until nothing is left
Taking more than just the fresh air we need
Becoming the utter worst kind of theft”
Feeling cut off from reality as a result of grief or heartache.
A poem about death and a destructive way of grieving for a loved one
A wise person once said...Oh wait, that's me. Forget the "wise" part then. XD
“The embers burn until nothing is left
Taking more than just the fresh air we need
Becoming the utter worst kind of theft”
Feeling cut off from reality as a result of grief or heartache.
A poem about death and a destructive way of grieving for a loved one