some memories ache so deeply.
they reveal something once existed,
something too significant to be forgotten,
yet something that can no longer be
experienced in the same way.
in my dreams i still look for you in the darkness, longing for a love that was only shadow and directions
intimacy does not begin with touch, it is being seen without defenses;
not like someone putting on a show, but like someone surrendering to the fact that there is nowhere left to hide, it is letting them recognize your coping mechanisms and yet choosing to stay
i exist, but only in a realm of somnia, where death never truly arrives, shadows cannot be inherited, and the air so pure reality cannot breathe
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i love twitter because you see someone
losing their mind and you’re just like “omg
me tooooo!” *retweet*
the concept of omnipresent is just a structural cowardice, they say he is everywhere but nowhere accountable
















