mourn

grey paint-splattered thoughts
dripping down as tears, sinking
into aging skin.

if you can’t tell, i’ve been melancholy, tired, and cynical these past days. apologies but not sorry? i get into these moods sometimes (triggered either by a song, story, or piece of art) and this is what emerges. (i swear it’s not teenage angst lol)

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