a small kid huddling under the covers, wondering when they will break down the door and when you will meet your end.
i am a Goddess who is not a good, for i wish not for immortality but for the End.
someday, i will board the ferry, and greet charon with an obol and hopes of a fool
they dream of the End.
living for eternity.
i never fail to cry when it all ends.
forever does not exist.
between life and death,i don’t know which i prefermy end is the same
can i even make it?
two red strings of fateintertwined, leading to you,through a maze winding matching hearts and soul,red and blue, we are purple,we work, you and i. i’ll always find you,through rain and fire, together,fated till the end.