05/06/2026
An illustration inspired by a poem I wrote almost a year ago, because how else could I express my emotional paralysis?
I can hear the screams of my lost souls, though I cannot see.
I can feel the touch of my bone walls, though I cannot breathe.
I'm falling or am I floating?
Stuck, yet still moving.
Scared, yet content.
I don't dare to think about the outside,
Because outside...
Is you.
And you mean hope.
But hope means loss.
And somehow losing you
Is all I do.
Again
And over
Again.
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