Response
July 20, 2018
Why is it, That emptiness begets itself? Silence echoes, without a sound. As the void grows. When I write, It is written. But on those days I don’t Nothing is read. Why is it so?
Why is it, That emptiness begets itself? Silence echoes, without a sound. As the void grows. When I write, It is written. But on those days I don’t Nothing is read. Why is it so?