I want to write.
What if it’s me.
Good what if it’s all me.
The cavern that opens
Is wet and fleshy and there is
No end
It feels like there is no end
Until the end
And then it is unfathomable
That there could ever be something
Like an end.
All of me feels swallowed in this cavern, like a black hole, turning in on itself until,
until,
…
If I am the monster.
Seeking Solace in the Horizon & Beyond
Wellness • Poetry • Life
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
Rhymes and Reasons
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry by Dr. Abhinav Majumder
I hope that someone sees this page and decides not to give up.
Reflection
Climbing, Outdoors, Life!
Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
Because we’re all recovering from something.
Smidgens
Blogging about Culture, Equity, and the Arts since 2013
Critical Dharma for Thinking Minds /Milk Tea Alliance
by Yashasvi Shailly
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
Seeking Truth
Happily Ever After
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