Morning Waits

Listening to: Immure
Feeling: worthless
That night I never came home, Wandering souls captured my thoughts. Emptiness filled my mind. Urgency spoke her lies in the confines of these grey walls. I watched them move together. Taking me places I cannot remember. We have been poured out into a loveless bridge. How quickly I forget that this is meaninglessness. In a world passing through my fingers, I still chase the wind. What have I learned from yesterday?
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Wow.