AiR by yam lynn

an ode to saturn, a slice of life weighed down by their magnificence, an emo poetry pushed to the brim

mindless consumption . pursuit to raise human misery at the cost of belonging. this purpose crafted brings joy that can never satisfy ,what was once enough becomes normal and what was too much is ground to dust; fertilizing growing dissatisfaction. its time to die. wither away, let earth be fallow lest the brain blasts sense to limb in constant unending bliss. shame is sought to feel after the end of experience, fading, emptiness. the highest are illusion for the lowest collapsing into weight beyond degree ohhhh let it wash over me! perhaps that will be the end; it begins again

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