{ 光 } ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟩𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 ( fin )

♛: mayo stains on my black shirt

plug this in your ear if you want a better experience reading this or don't read, just listen- win-win.

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babe, let's take a break. i can smell the citric scent of adventure so much so taste its rot on my bland tongue. let's discover each and every color on the wheel itself, and all the hues and shades that blend idly between the crevices of tiny lost wildflowers.

baby, we both know we have no life. the truth is the son of a shameless bitch and fears no one. so let's go resurrect our still souls- offline. let's inhale in our gentle brains the air we tasted in rome and paris and spain. let's eat too- spiritually i mean.

sweetie, i've heard of this great place where we can go laugh at nothing. and by then our own laughter gives us something more to laugh about. let's do that. i haven't laughed like that since my mum caressed me in her bosom for the first time.

i want to inadvertently stare at that mayonnaise stain on my black shirt and curse bloody murmurs into the freeway wind, eyes burning and listen to you giggle every time i hiss, because it was my favorite shirt.

believe me when i say you aren't where you want to be right now and happiness can't be that hard to find. so let's go, scavenge with me, please.

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oh wanderlust, my friend, when can we meet.