Where It's Left To Stand

At this point I can't even remember the places in my own home that are left to be explored. I've lived in here for more years than I could count on my hand, yet, I sit. Sitting on the same stool of my kitchen. On the same corner of a bed. On the same shelf left, cleaned for me to sit upon. On the unfamiliarly comforta...

kairos

kai • ros [ 'kīräs ] noun, greek the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement.

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 ⚊ 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗲

everything i've ever let go of has claw marks on it. ──────────────────────────── 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 ⚊ 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗲 A series of stories dealing with love, loss and lost loves, capturing each thrilling sensation running through veins, whether it be of a child's or a old star's. Timeless accompanies each feeling - thought t...

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ⚊ 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁𝗿𝘆

❛ 𝑰𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒇𝒖𝒍, 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅? 𝑺𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. ❜ 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 - 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒏 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚

To Die Death

Because death isn't a long lived sleep, it's a graving dance of sinked memories.

𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ⚊ 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁𝗿𝘆

𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞. 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 ⚊ 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝐎𝐫, 𝟏𝟎 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑𝟓𝟎

𝐄𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚 ⚊ 𝗘𝗱𝗶𝘁𝘀

ꗃ ··· 𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀 ↳ 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 ꒱ ‹ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 › • ━ 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 (𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥) 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 ― • 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ━━━ • 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 ❛ ━ ❜ 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 ❛ ━ ❜ 𝐎𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 ❛ ━ ❜ 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 ❛ ⛧ ❜