Unheard is Unfallen

In five minutes, I've forgotten what she looks and smells like. Only my heart still pounds and adrenaline courses through my veins.

Shouting Myself Hoarse

I haven't said anything. Unless of course you heard me say it. Do you Know if a tree falling Makes a sound If there's nobody to hear? Or else am I not speaking For lack of witness? Might I as well Not be? Not show? Not feel? Not love? Not live? Not be here? Yes, …

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