Crematoryy
Wandering endlessly
- Feb 12, 2025
- 117
In the recesses of my unconsciousness, I would rest perpetually.
All things would become old, and the world would no longer matter.
Without a sun to dawn; without a moon to shine; just resting in the fullness of emptiness.
Letting all the memories slowly go away.
Detaching myself from
physical materiality. Hovering in nonexistence.
All things would become old, and the world would no longer matter.
Without a sun to dawn; without a moon to shine; just resting in the fullness of emptiness.
Letting all the memories slowly go away.
Detaching myself from
physical materiality. Hovering in nonexistence.
