Leaving behind the supernova that is you - overwhelming, exhausting - I’m burning alive in the wake of your eruptions. Distance my ally, a new beginning light years away, I seek shelter in the gloaming.
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Leaving behind the supernova that is you - overwhelming, exhausting - I’m burning alive in the wake of your eruptions. Distance my ally, a new beginning light years away, I seek shelter in the gloaming.