What is this? An empty space? An empty world?
A world where nothing exists but myself?
But with only myself, I have nothing to interact with.
It’s as if I’m here, but not here at all.
It’s as if I’m slowly fading out of existence.
Destruction, The Joy of Rebirth
by Joe Bilog
The Silence In Diction
transitions of poetic reveries
Your email address will not be published.