Pablo Mountford
Joined September 2022
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Egaeus
Egaeus TIRED. I exist in a state of constant lethargy, aware of naught but the perpetual exhaustion of my every limb, my chest, my face, my mind. The world around me, shrouded in brume, like a graveyard in the early morn. Only, for me, there is no noon to come and dissipate the fog that be. It remains, night and day —indistinguishable, to me, one from the other.
By Pablo Mountford2 years ago in Fiction