The point where my hands shake and my eyes mist is when I know it's over.
My breathing ceases and my thoughts race is when I know it's here.
When the world starts to spin and go in and out is when I know I'm already over the edge.
It's the moment I realize the universe is so big and massive and here I am. Just a pinprick in the middle of it.
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Somber
PoetryCold and black. Dark and hopeless. Frightening and ghostly. My eyes spill the liquid from the thunderstorm of my mind. How I dampen my shirt in pure distress. My heart pounds so loud, that it's tearing at the seams. How blackened and dull the day...
