❝ Staring into a deep, infinite darkness. Void less. My eyes are a deep void seemingly filled with nothingness. Dark, it's so dark. There's no light, I have no stars. Shiny, twinkling stars. I have none but an endless void of nothingness. I hate these endless voids of darkness. Who could one ever begin to love something like this? ❞
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Eunoia • Book Three
Poesíacurrently - regular, daily updates. ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ❞ Book Three of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words di...
