The Soft Bloom Of A Dying Pinwheel

Wind comes, leaving half torn remnants of color, a pinwheel once moved by breath.

Anesthetize

I wonder who you are anymore as your voice echoes dismissive screams disguised as suggestions.

Disregard

The content expresses profound emotions of fear, loneliness, and pain, capturing a struggle for understanding and the burden of existence amid adversity and despair.