i knew a part of me was dying.
menacing thoughts, a daunting urge. go on, run away from this dreadful cosmos; die, sleep.
i had to do something to stop myself from going through the motions.
whispers of agony kept echoing in the empty corridors of my heart—tormenting me, sucking every piece of sanguinity inside me til i ran out of breath. it was agonizing.
YOU ARE READING
letters never sent
Puisivintage papers inside a bottle that has been washed away by the waves of memories, letters never sent.
