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- Fortnight
I'm sorry, if only I could have seen this sooner. For two weeks you've fallen asleep to a salty pillow under a skull maimed with confusion and I'm to blame.
Oh; the distance found in these days: scrawled notes on blank pages and fake encounters. A river of ink separating two souls and nothing can fill the hole.
Leagues ahead in an endless marathon, we almost cross the finish. Instead, my partner lives now with me, but the uncaring spirits of another realm.
If only I could have seen this sooner, I would've built a bridge. Now, it's too late. Bridges can't be built where you are and I promised you I'd never travel that far on a ferry.
- Her Pale Hand
Trapped in this hole once again, no new breeze just disease of the mind - of the soul. Have I lost all control of myself in this hell when I fell down this pit and decided to sit? There's no use in climbing walls that are greater than you.
You?
Throw down your mask, tell me you hate me. Filtered water, it's always so much more complicated yet it seems a crime to drink from the creek. I suffocate myself, sifting through caffeine, trying to keep these broken morals in tact while closure is prioritized--
Those eyes - daggers, embedded into my soul - stare, wavering with the unfamiliarity of ferality, persistently eternal.