i was never claustrophobic,
yet with how i can feel
my heart constricting,
leaving no place for air.
i must be afraid of narrow places
and closing walls,
that deny me life.
— when will i let myself free?
where the eyes stay awake, yet colour in them is asleep. · part one of woven shreds. Lebih Banyak
i was never claustrophobic,
yet with how i can feel
my heart constricting,
leaving no place for air.
i must be afraid of narrow places
and closing walls,
that deny me life.
— when will i let myself free?