A letter to my unrequited love.
TW: Suicide implication || Based on a story between my lover and myself. I don't know what I would do without her, my sunshine.
You were all I thought about, we grew this connection we both were unsure of. But without exchanging words, we both knew. And now you're gone, without a word and I'm left in a world of emptiness.
Simmering in the evening heat, washing my mind of sickness and grime, a chance to let go of plagues on repeat, victim to the earth and the master of time. A paradox of emotions that ravage, soul rumbl...
Henceforth, no end to my slate where I zoom into the here-within. It feels ‘almost normal’ to be a flush of cards slipping into my lady’s hair, and so she blooms into a bare and cold mistress of split...
On the other side, there is a place where the dead bring flowers to the living.
Grainville County receives a farewell letter from their beloved war poet, Robbie, the day before he must charge into certain death.
In the far distance, a galaxy of city lights blends into the night sky.
Funny how, when doing something for the last time, we almost never know it is in fact the last time.
TW: Suicide implication || Based on a story between my lover and myself. I don't know what I would do without her, my sunshine.
You were all I thought about, we grew this connection we both were unsure of. But without exchanging words, we both knew. And now you're gone, without a word and I'm left in a world of emptiness.
Simmering in the evening heat, washing my mind of sickness and grime, a chance to let go of plagues on repeat, victim to the earth and the master of time. A paradox of emotions that ravage, soul rumbl...
Henceforth, no end to my slate where I zoom into the here-within. It feels ‘almost normal’ to be a flush of cards slipping into my lady’s hair, and so she blooms into a bare and cold mistress of split...
On the other side, there is a place where the dead bring flowers to the living.
Grainville County receives a farewell letter from their beloved war poet, Robbie, the day before he must charge into certain death.
In the far distance, a galaxy of city lights blends into the night sky.
Funny how, when doing something for the last time, we almost never know it is in fact the last time.