• light/creation

    heart.

    I journeyed deep into the forgotten parts. Deep into the nightmare. It felt like choking on memories. It felt like I didn’t know which way was up anymore, so I just let it take me. And it was horrible, and…

  • poetry

    unknown gods

    I cried for her. For all those years she hid herselfamongst the whispersand the cobwebsin the dark atticof myimagination. For all those times she tried so hard to shine her lightin every placeit was sure to remain unnoticed. For all…

  • light/creation

    mesmerising

    And I am here in a beautiful place laying down these words like breadcrumbs for you, and it's alright for me, isn't it? Because I am in a beautiful place. And maybe you are not, so the words become distorted…

  • shadow/destruction

    grimacing

    You know where you have to get off because you have been there before, but not at night, and that cold realisation brings up a wave of panic like a sick sort of electricity. Because as you train your focus…

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