This is a scheduled post planned to be published at 28.5.2025 at 07:08
Words are tools 
Assuaging doors 
to paths forever broken 
Thoughts ring out silently 
To Everything unspoken 
And time is 
but a symptom 
As I dare to plot my course 
Verily
I am no more now
Than I was then
Bathed in my remorse. Words are tools Assuaging doors to paths forever broken Thoughts ring out silently To Everything unspoken And time is but a symptom As I dare to plot my course Verily I am no more now Than I was then Bathed in my remorse.
28.5.2025 at 07:08