layne

Why do you live?


Compulsion, I have a duty, though it used to be I was in love with being,


Now I just don’t know
Empty spaces,
Are all I’m seeing.
I hope one day, it shall return
The joy in hope, For which I
Yearn.

Resa


And lately love, for others,and the kiss of the sun and the whip of the wind. Skin and the colour of my nails.



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