A Well-lit Room

Posted on January 27, 2024 | Leave a comment

We are just explosions upon collections of explosions upon compendiums of explosions upon amalgamations of explosions; The calcium and iron of light that we see every night, guides us towards the north, and now swallows time whole; A singular energy being pushed, too afraid of its element lasts frozen in eternity. If there is no trust, no strings, no gravity, how can we recharge?

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