Lonne
Thomas
Deepening as if to ease the heart towards the nameless future
This is how I start to walk forward, is the morning that I'm unable to see, still as beautiful?
Soil we own becomes ours, order back in what we know
Deepening as if to ease the heart towards the nameless future
This is how I start to walk forward, is the morning that I'm unable to see, still as beautiful?
Soil we own becomes ours, order back in what we know
V̵̫͕͉̓ê̴̯̇͜ș̵̟̖̈́s̴͈̀̀̈́̇ẽ̸̟̌̑͜l̵̨̛̩̖̠̾͝
T̶̘̀h̶̩̅e̷͕͝ ̷͔̈r̷̗̔ǒ̵̪u̴̹̐n̴̦̊d̴̀͜ ̵͇̇ǒ̵̘f̷̩́ ̸̲͝r̷̩̃ö̶͔́b̴̻̎i̵̛̜n̶̪͠ŝ̸͜
̵͖̿H̴͙͐ṳ̵̔n̴̪̉t̶̢͠ė̷͚ḏ̸̈́ ̵͇͒ḓ̶̓o̶͍̿w̸̨͝n̸̲͑ ̸͚͑t̴͎͝h̵͍́e̵̪̒ ̷̜̐h̸̯̍a̵̡͂ẃ̵͜k̵̠͑
̸̟̆T̶͉͝h̵̳̑e̶͔͝y̸̪̿ ̸̨̾ẁ̶̺e̴͍̔ŗ̸̒e̷̳͐ ̷̱̈́h̷̘̔i̴̤͋ǧ̴̳h̷̨̽ ̶̨́ò̵͚n̵̬̑ ̶̈́͜h̵̟̃ő̷͇n̸̞̈́e̴̥̅y̵̯͒
̷̺̉F̸̱̔r̴̡̍ǒ̶͇m̴̟͛ ̸͇͑t̵̯̍h̷̭͋e̷̟͊ ̶̺́l̵̻͠i̵̙͊o̸̫̿ń̵ͅ'̸͔̇s̷̭̑ ̷̢͊s̶͇̀k̸̘̆u̶̱͆l̶̤͝l̵̩̈