i hope yours isn't like mine but the time of silence and calm that i wished you had before you left this world to walk another path.
Sometimes I wish to be with you and sometimes I know it's for the best that I'm not..
The horrors I don't speak of begin in the eclipse.
a warm light strangled by the voids embrace. clutching at the final lifeline stretching across the empty sky. can you see the death of the world? Or do you see a different sky? does your sky have the silver stars scattered in a galaxy sky breeze? a comet racing an astronaut past the moon towards Jupiter?
your skies must be beautiful to see but my eyes are blind to it
