shattered tiles

October 15, 2021

why would you think happiness is easy?

the sadness may be the coldest feeling of them all,

and yet we sleep with it. Refrigerated with the feeling of the cold, empty hollowness of a person

I saw the hollow slab of myself. Destroyed

how i mourned as the ice breath took over

how cold are you

dose it cause you to shiver to see the tiles so broken.

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