Exactly 1yr ago: the fam and a drone at the beach 🏝
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Exactly 1yr ago: the fam and a drone at the beach 🏝
As I lie awake, drown in my own thoughts, the dripping sound of the drizzle calms the last nerve that keeps the blood flowing in me. The thought of you no longer lingers but a good photograph starts to fade.
The sun finally sheds its light upon me for the moon no longer sustains; exhausted to the core. My eyes no longer reside in the blanket of darkness for the stars were always breath-taking but no one can touch them.
Scarred and wounded, I tore myself apart from the garden I’ve worked sweat and blood for, for I was haunted by an old friend; waiting for me to be put underground; waiting for me to crumble. Waiting and anticipating my own destruction.
Crackling stems and dried leaves were all I heard as I reached for the sanctuary. The gate. The exit. It keeps on repeating, echoing around; commanding me. The resonating voice, the only voice that I always used to hear, dived too deep into my abyss that I no longer feel its presence.
I no longer breathe the same air. No longer see the same light. I pushed myself to get away. Step by step. Every breath I breathe. Every road I take, the farther I am from the garden. One. Two. Three.