@aaronjackarts
Other side
Drawing in
Missing you
And tears of forgetting nows
Longing for the warms
And knowing it’s not mine
Having it all and having non have never felt so close as the swinging door is to the outside world
Freezing air rushing in
Without hesitation I walk in the brisk chill, and fill my lungs with oxygen.
Without thought
Too tired to do anything else but move forward.
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