the first domino - the wail of a newborn
and it began
all in a single day
the walls that echoed our laughter
the plethora of smells that invokes the memories i buried deep within
the silence that misses your presence
the shadows that resembles your silhouette
the floor that recorded our warmth
one right after the other
crumbling all my miserable efforts of what was once beautiful for me
even if i don’t really want to
dominos in one word at a time
- Nov. 2, 2025, 12:28 p.m.
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