The Weight of Air
- giaportfolio
- Oct 16, 2020
- 1 min read
Updated: Jan 7, 2021
Devastation hung heavy with every breath every movement.
Sandbags of grief when waking from sleep were hardest to lift, to rise through
And why bother?
What was there to seek, to enjoy? Nothing to explore anymore
Everything out there… just more devastation.
© Gia Portfolio, 2020
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