sixth sense #26

i am hungry, the hunger inside me, is craving for, more. desperation is lackluster, i am. living without hunger is not human. being hungry meant being human. if i simply forgot how to be hungry, just being comfortable, i could not imagine more than being stagnant. this is not what i want, i do not […]

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Unwarranted, Outmatched

Rifle on my back, stepping into the aperture of the wilderness, orchestrated the wild into a war song, torn up from the outside, wretched from the inside, cacophonous ambiance, the trees were the sombre strings engulfing my entirety, asserting to me the only certainty was uncertainty. I furtively trod through the bog ahead of me, […]

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