nostalgia ┊❁ཻུ۪۪⸙

10 : 28 p.m.

  simple needs—

‎i want someone to find me underneath all these ashes i
buried myself under.
i want them to cry out
my name.

to say i mattered.
to say that i was too important that i
didn’t deserve to be hidden.

to say i was a flower, and they
were butterflies.
they needed me to keep
them alive.

but flowers wilt and butterflies
fly away.
we were simply
proxies of
nothing.