At dusk, the memories rush in. Seeping their way through the layers of nonsensical shapes behind my eyes, Whole galaxies emerging, As I rub too hard, trying to pre-empt the attack. Does the longing ever cease? Or does it simply take on new forms. I think of myself in a vacuum,
god i loved this so much … so beautiful
I MISSED THIS SO SORRY
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
thank you sm <3 xxx