"I suppose I should actually start this letter, hmm? Though in reality it doesn’t really have a solid beginning and likely no end. I’ll be writing it until the day I die." - daisy (may 4th, 2021)
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Poison
"[...] conscience doth make cowards of us all." And so the video plays and the sun rises and memories of those dark brown eyes blur under crumpled sheets.
RMM Pt. Seventeen — Carved Into My Skin
Links to the past in bruised wrists and red butterflies.
Existence
"Find what you love and let it kill you." -- Unknown
Icarus and the Five Days Without the Sun
To fly further from the ground, further from the sun. What is left when you are done?
Unsafe
I am lost again. I float in this body unfeeling and there is a nothingness that is everything but familiar.
Melatonin
A night I have forgotten. Lost in couch cushions and disassociation. (TW: Suicidal thoughts.)
RMM Pt. Sixteen
And just before our time ends, I write.
Pleading
Dark purple tulips wilt under the fears of blu daisies.
Everything I Am
I can't make the same mistakes. I won't. I promise. I promise. I promise.