my most cherished memory,and i let it fend for itselfagainst time, the heartless witch.as it was scratched, covered in scarstill the skin became the mapof how cruel days are to not pause.it bled out onto my heart, my hopeuntil all was left was mere… sensory.now, i’m drowning in grief.it feels pretentiousas though i was the… Continue reading sensational.

December 04, whose story should take precedence? the young girl back then, full of spirit and a blinding smileorthe old girl now, the noise outside has forced to kneel and beg while the loneliness inside crushing what remains of her spirit with its hauntingly mocking gaze.

“the world is moving…” she whispered, “leaving me behind.” “you…” “i’m dying. i know this better than anyone. i’m dying along with my love for you. that’s what makes me sad. isn’t it ridiculous? as if you won’t fall in love after i’m gone.”Her laughter was soft, almost cruel in its knowing, but her eyes… Continue reading Desire.