I found myself swimming in depth thoughts i had screaming for help.
I found myself stranded to the discursive and illusional yesterday i had.
I found myself in room filled with broken fragments of my heart.
I found myself withered in the graveyard of luxurious flowers.
I found myself,
but it was the old me—whereas,
i've bloomed the moment i enveloped the essence of living in dungeon,
where the shadow of obstructivity is transparent.
ctto;
Nilo Equiz
©markethan
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