LavĂnia
axioma
- Feb 19, 2024
- 178
I feel like my pain is the only thing I have of my own. Little by little it fades, transforms into agony, then discomfort, and then ends in stress. Lighter, and lighter. My days pass and I feel less of my pain. But what do I have then? If there is no depth, nothing for me to touch, then what do I have? What do your eyes, your money, your happiness, your love, and your boredom matter? It should hurt more.