I was always at the precipice—
between my sanity and my own chaos
They said, we were connected by a thread, and all of the events around us is not a momentary scene nor from nowhere.
Threads connect the dots, entangled through the hands of a lover, and it treads a path where it can come back to you.

your ghost will haunt you back more than your old rags and ***** laundry. crows will haunt you down like a bounty.