Dim Glow

by clippedtrust · 06/12/2025
Published 06/12/2025 15:11

The cabinet mouth, dark.

My hand finds the switch.

A click. A pale arc.

A small, weak twitch.


Yellow light, a sick, thin thread.

Dust motes, fat, slow in the air.

The beam barely goes ahead.

Just a dull, struggling flare.


What was I looking for?

It hardly matters now.

This dying pulse, nothing more.

A promise broken somehow.

#disillusionment #existentialism #mortality #search for meaning

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