blurring

WIP:

so short and so long may our bodies last. our memories however fade with them.
for we were just a box of used camera rolls and polaroid films.
dealing with angels isn't something one should overlook, for they perceive souls as the playthings they are. and we stay blossoming and withering in our deathbeds like flowers in a porcelain vase.

one day, the tumbling stops and we descend to shatter like crumbled stars.