as i shake off the dust from my bones and remember all the works and prose i no longer recall, that once influenced me to pour my heart out, and then look at the pourings of my heart, which no longer hold meaning for me, i feel: like dogshit
as i shake off the dust from my bones and remember all the works and prose i no longer recall, that once influenced me to pour my heart out, and then look at the pourings of my heart, which no longer hold meaning for me, i feel: like dogshit