it’s a feeling not a curse with a tac of undeserved. A thought of synergy to lose a mind of elemental ques. Its that glisten in the night, fools that wandered broken light. When you find yourself in midst of the luck you thought you missed. It’s that thought of pure rebirth, remaking of your soul for worst. When you went to hell to play. When you decided you should stay. Drawing sounds of echoes past. Where chiming chitters forever last. Nothing wills your heart to stay. Endless matters forever grey.

milktree:

always ask a snail where they are going and if they need help getting there

(Source: alunaes)