graves full of bones that do not make a sound,
the heart moving through a tunnel,
in it darkness, darkness, darkness,
like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves,
as though we were drowning inside our hearts,
as though we lived falling out of the skin
into the soul.
Pablo Neruda
I feel this darkness so acutely. My heart is continuously falling through this tunnel and drowning in pain. I need a way out.
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