Wallowing in the depths of despair.

Covered in these woolen blankets, I still feel this bitter cold pierce through my skin that feels so unlike my own, so awfully sovereign. Craving for warmth, a thought too liberating, I feel ridiculously jaded, almost too empty to exist. My eyes they feel so dry, deprived of sleep I lie awake listening to the …

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Beyond infinity.

I have always known you by your absence. But isn't that what infinity portrays: a profound absence? It is completely limitless and boundless ¬†but that doesn't stop it from being present. Similarly, you might be far away, I might not see you with every dawn that drives the darkness away but that certainly does not …