Christ, what do I do with this loneliness?
I feel empty, like quicksand replaces my heart
and no one can stand in it.
Sinking.
All that I love is farther than the stars.
Let one hair of a human enter my field asking for co-relation.
by Jason Isaac Stutz
Christ, what do I do with this loneliness?
I feel empty, like quicksand replaces my heart
and no one can stand in it.
Sinking.
All that I love is farther than the stars.
Let one hair of a human enter my field asking for co-relation.