Paradox of Time

...as i was trying to drown my sorrows, i forgot that each wasted day is a future regret.

Pupa

...and it wove itself carefully into a cocoon of its own thoughts.

at loss for words

As some say voice is a human gift that should be cherished and used, silence is equivalent... Words seem like dispensable stains, at loss for words i tend to progress...
 

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