STIG Magazine Edition 4: Art Core On Surface

Thank You I began to erase as soon as I wrote the words.

Now, they do not exist.

But they happened.

Only if I wrote down to remember, What I want to forget.

I am told there is nothing here.

That it’s no longer there.

For silence occupies no space.

No weight.

No presence.

I have lost my words.

I have lost your love. @iampi314