The Living Grave
Day after day, you lie within a graveas the scent of cold earth seeps in,surrendering to the breath of distant darkness. Almost heard, yet unheard,almost seen, yet unseen,almost touched, yet out of reach. Night after night, you light a candle within,amid a longing with no end,facing the candle’s shadow. With the trembling tip of your pen,upon the days gone by,you record yesterday’s scars. Th..
2026. 9. 12.