These hallways seem endless,
faces you knew in the day become
shadows on the wall;
even your outstretched hand
looks foreign in the dark.
She was inverted long ago-
lost to the static of time.
It seems to crawl along
|ooʜɔꙅ ꙅiʜƚ Ꮈo ꙅ||ɒʜ ɘʜƚ ᴎi ּ ۪ 𓄹 ̩̩̥͙̽
🐇 ຶ⵿
𝑑⃫𝑜⃫𝑛⃫’⃫𝑡⃫ 𝑙⃫𝑜⃫𝑠⃫𝑒⃫ 𝑦⃫𝑜⃫𝑢⃫𝑟⃫𝑠⃫𝑒⃫𝑙⃫𝑓⃫ 𝑖⃫𝑛⃫ 𝑡⃫ℎ⃫𝑒⃫ 𝑑⃫𝑎⃫𝑟⃫𝑘⃫
҉ ࣪ . ˖˙ৡ࿐۫













