what was the point of it all,
my darling?
if we were only destined
to burn like hellfire instead
of as the infinite stars
that watch us
from the empyrean above?
— cursed destiny
YOU ARE READING
dont leave flowers on my grave
Poésiedo let me rest in pieces ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 2018 - 19