untitled unknown
23:35
the wind is whispering.
“who are you?”
the wind is whispering.
“whooshshhshsh”
i do not understand.
The human head weighs 8 pounds.
mine weighs 0.
the wind is whispering.
“how are you?”
the wind is whispering.
“hshushshush”
i do not understand.
cutting off people like the rope
of my worn-out noose.
dont wanna die today.
dont wanna die today.
dont wanna die tod
COLOUR.
or is it color?
americans are stupid.
the wind is whispering.
“do you understand?”
the wind is whispering.
“…”
the wind has stopped.
but my heart has not.
i need to breathe.
i cant talk im busy
i cant call im studying
when im really not
im just
tired.
tired.
tire
CAN YOU SHUT UP?
the wind is whispering
“I’m here for you.”
the wind is whispering.
“whooooooooooosshhh”
I understand.
My head feels heavier.
My soul untied.
HELP M—
"The human head weighs 8 pounds, mine weighs 0" 🔥🔥
An amazingly articulated cry for help, through built-up walls of glass. 10/10.
The wind will whisper, "it'll be ok".