We can breathe through this

black ink-

it won’t be enough.

enough to start a gasping for air,

but not for life,

not for quiet.

We can fill a page with these drops-

it won’t be enough.

enough to make questions,

but not to find answers,

not for rest.

We can watch the sky and write,

can breathe this black ink

but it won’t be enough.

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