Wandering through carved trunks, draped with knotted ropes...Flowers rot near a tent of a soul that could not be saved.I will find my place to rest. I..
I've already hit the floor, but it feels like I'm still falling. I lay in the corner like the pile of clothes that you never seem to pay mind to. Sile..
My fingers memorize the patterns of her freckles, scratching constellations into her alabaster skin. I dived into her, and she into me. We are drunk, ..