we can always begin again.
begin in the circumference of
heated hate
and crash into our own
walls without getting burned.
bleached eyes and eclipsed hearts;
what if we drew out our
heart valves larger than the
fake curves?
i do.
granted avalanche
when we arrived the amulet was damaged and broke the moments erased. the moment you get out of that. it has left our warped feeling of wha...
