Poetry (words)

Scribblings 

Memories are worlds of their own, they give life meaning they make places home. They stir our thoughts they bring light to the dark. Those feelings remembered they captured the spark. 

Eternal yearning. That’s how it feels. This unrelenting hunger. Born of instinct and craving. I could let it go and burn a hole in the universe.

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