peace has been broken.
my yearnings are all far-fetched dreams.
They were dying and living and dying and living.
endless cycle of living and dying.
Bambi eyes bright in beams of the broken and breathtaking.
you are so far away.
but, I guess, that’s what you’ve always wanted. to not exist in this world that has hurt you so.
i use these secrets as a wall.
not all endings are happy.
we are on this never-ending seesaw of hatred and love.