There is something to the silence once everyone leaves. Might be the emptiness that is always there. That ever-encompassing void. But anyway, here we are, aren’t we? Yet again. Almost as though it has been scheduled.
Tag: meaning
Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.5.25
Here, again. Might be the best of my bad habits. Or the worst. I suppose we’ll just have to keep finding ourselves here and figure it out. That, or fully commit to the delusion. Could be one in the same attempt, really.
The Veracious Facade 