Joe Bilog

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.

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1 Response to Joe Bilog

  1. shinichi says:

    Destruction, The Joy of Rebirth

    by Joe Bilog

    The Silence In Diction

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