Experience Tumblr like never before
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The void beckons to the faulted.
Meaningless art (just like my life tbh)
Drip..
Drip....
Drip...
The sound of the water crashing onto the porcelain pierces my ears.
But it's not that kind of piercing, not the 'gotta stand up and fix this'-type.
And even if I would like to stand up to fix it, I couldn't. I'm frozen, falling into the abyss, in a timeless place without any meaning. Everything's so meaningless.
And I'm just like these droplets, falling.
Falling deeper..
deeper....
And deeper...