poetry

numbness

my temple may resemble a beautiful cathedral, from a far. and even though my interior is still beautifully profound. all the windows, lay stained on the ground. scattered throughout distances. found within my existence. pieces of my heart… i’ve gave away like precious art. i don’t mind repeating, just don’t make me compete. and i’ve come to realize. it’s not a lack of feelings, with me. it’s a numbness, from what i give.
-Joshua Ryan Stewart

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