friday no.3 //
sickly sweet fog lights in the depths of thy heart, fervent prayers are released from your lips and you strode on. somehow you imagine angels around you, surrounding you, keeping you warm and safe. yes, something is there, keeping you safe, somehow, at your skin, at your withering self-esteem, something caresses you, something tells you that you are going to be alright. something loves you when no one else can. love this innermost comfort, even when no one else is there for you. you are your best comfort, embrace your inner love.
// szaffi. ♡