Is it the sea you hear in me? It’s dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness?
24 hours: a witness →
pavorst: I’ve often thought about the day after I die. That’s when the realization will slowly sink in. It’s like when you pull up a teabag after the milk swirls in. When the leaves soak into the boiling water and suffuse their scent into the skin of people you’ve touched. I wanted it all to be clean. I…