My own particular brand of bleak is firm, and unambiguous enough to recognise our dark as a basic truth: the world-rending fire of the human soul is fearsome, yet only another face of the death seeded so deeply within us. But bleak is neither black nor white, only barren -- and what is barrenness but…Read more Realism.s
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i. my ink Grows greenly in the deep blue Sea of (V a s t, this)night, sending roots down deep, tendrils up and out -- a r OUnD in anticipation of the break (ing of soil,) of dawn and s w e e t a i r ---| but for now, Rest. Satisfied in soily…Read more my ink_
