Projection (Original Poetry)
4 Jul 2025 1 minute read 0 comments Krisz Rokk $0.01
Breathe.Please, breathe.I don’t want you to exit.I’m not ready to witness your elixir.And yet, you stop.One last breath.I see the mist evaporating.You’re done with this realm.Till later, in another dimensionality. A lucid dream, perhaps?Or maybe just...