– the universe is just as naïve.
i sometimes want to loose my touch with reality,
but when did i ever let go off my imagination to start with. it's cruel joke, this world; probably the only certificate people won't judge you over is your birth and death certificate. gone are those days where i wrote from my fingers onto a journal i sealed with a tiny padlock, and today i type off my feels and make sure to secure my notes app with a pincode. isn't it how it's always been? there's things this world shows us that have to be seen, and hides what is to be not. i show you a part of myself i choose to, and keep confidential what is to be not. yet the universe has just been as naïve as we have been, we trust so easily without needing to know what the backstory of everything has been.
YOU ARE READING
swevens of vernorexia
Puisii shall bloom flowers of love in your heart, so you may bleed petals for blood when i leave.
