Going on the same path, headed different directions

Sometimes the feel of hurt tastes so sweet and it can be tasted by the tip of the tongue as if it was just yesterday when I found all reason in you; a low point, I know, to believe that that would do but it felt safe it felt like home amid the world ofContinue reading “Going on the same path, headed different directions”

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Lost, Low

I’m suffocating my love, in delusions and illusions. There’s a northern fog that looms inside the empty vessels, that navigate towards my heart. I reach out my hand; but the window panes get in the way. I’m dying my love, bit by bit, My heart breaks, bit by bit. In fragments I recall vague, sunnyContinue reading “Lost, Low”