chinese calligraphy


08 Sep

my mind, my heart, stuffed

stuffed with unknown

no air can go through

it's heavy, heavy, heavy

it pulls me down, down, down

i'm sinking

i'm losing myself sooooon

a voice within me

tells me i can't weigh myself down

i grind the ink stick

i pick up the brush

i begin to write

one roll, two rolls

by the third

the weight has left me

i'm good



20Feb
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