The Desire for More. (2/3)
Wiping away the fog that obscurs your reflection,
Your eyes tear up from the haze of the steam,
As you stare, lost in the lines of your existence
With the sound of the dripping tap filling your ears,
As the water trickles down the murky depths of the black hole,
You search for a purpose in the window to your soul,
Grasping for the straw in the dark,
As you think to yourself;
“This can’t be it.”
- Lady Bell
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