It's the call of the void
Something we all hold dear
Pulling back nature's mask and walking into the fear
It's the call of the void
Distorting life just to feel
Can't keep holding my breath
Waiting to feel something real
Every time I look at this |The Thrill of Loneliness by Hana Stretton| plays in my head. There’s something in the quiet, the stillness, that feels like it could pull you under, but also makes you feel alive.
White Sands by the way BMS/10 🥪
If there was no danger around I know that I would be completely capable of giving myself away blindly to love, but realistically that would have a fucked up end so keeping an eye on the red flags and on my boundaries
