The Grand Finale
A frequent silence that leaves you scattered
Sheer emptiness descended on my limited vision
Inner monologues and subconscious thoughts were very apart
Left alone, lingering, longing, and wanting more
Echoing voids, ringing vastly throughout my soul
Nagging feelings of gloom and doom, blossoming into impeding mobile rot
Charmed by alluring fiction, but is reminiscent of a crack addiction
Eternally feeling lost, until my next escape is completely embossed
About the Creator
Jay Kobayashi
A starving writer from LA who aspires to be plagiarized one day. I like to write about academic pieces that identifies philosophy and psychology in pop culture, and sometimes random fun pieces that interests me or the algorithm!
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