You and I – we’ve been through the scenic route of life.
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stories of flesh and bone
imploding from within, my skin melts and my bones crack into tiny white shards. MILD GORE/BODY HORROR WARNING.
all i have
this is all i have.
where nothing resides
love where nothing exists burns into obsession.
unexpected love blooms rapidly.
the piano lingers in hallowed halls.
in my dreams, my art comes to life.
we would never exist as we do now without our past mistakes.
the sun, like the moon and stars, is our guardian. our mother.