Mind over matter becomes a savior from the deep darkness. There's a light at the end of the tunnel, it's a bit far. But it's there. From miles of pain and pressures I do find the ink to scribble. Takes a bit of time doesn't it?
Who knows what lies in layers of future, we sit and stumble with present, waiting for it to unfold.
And when the voice is carried by the breeze of hauntism, you still have yourself, your beating heart and rambling mind. The void is your company. You're not alone, just don't sink.
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