Projection (Original Poetry)
4 Jul 2025 1 minute read 0 comments Krisz Rokk
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...