@iGreenGod That being surrounded by countless souls does not always spare one from feeling unseen
And when no one remained to carry the weight,
You have to teach you shoulders how to endure
Then comes a season of ruin
when no vow can quiet the storm within.
A grave certainty settles in your soul
everyone departs, and you are left to gather the fragments of your own collapse.
sometimes with trembling hands,
sometimes with breaths so faint
they seem already half departed.
Such is life
“a slow elegy written in the language of endurance”
There comes a time
when a soul loses the strength
to speak its grief,
and the world loses the language to understand it.
Then a ruin far bleaker than reality begins to dwell within.
And one stands alone
before the unfathomable depths of solitude