No one is bothered about the unfulfilled emotions

Fades away, after flowing aimlessly across the cosmic chaos

Knots of trivialities pattern the curtains over wide windows

Dirt settles on them, the creases devoured by clothes moths

The Sun has been not too kind over the years, fading life

Much earlier than other worries could catch up with it

Surrendering to the emerging voids that are mysterious

Rebellion has been a slur when freedom is only an illusion

Impaling time to escape, as if they are portals on a facade


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