My mind, ripped from fantasy
like a child from its mother’s
arms, searches frantically
for an escape from reality back
into dream and solace; wherein
the darkness anonymous am I,
while the banquet of my soul takes
place with loathing, sorrow, and
guilt gorging upon misery and me
art: by Eric Lacombe
This is so good!
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Thank you 🙂
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You are welcome.
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I like…Banquet of my soul
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Well, four words is better than none, I suppose 🙂
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😊
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Amazing. Your talent is great
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I appreciate that, thank you
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