you are addicted to falling, which is to say you exercise mind over matter, a grand reclamation of flesh, is to say you crave an escape from monochromity, into monochromity chase honesty into a corner you howl out Death's name like you mean it. is it too late? when your slippers grow cold but the memory of regret still lingers where it struck you mid- air, regret that wins when you lose yourself to gravity's palm so learn to look down- learn to let go. let ghost
ok so i haven't been posting for a loooong while and i won't frequent this lovely page unless ive got new inspiration since studies are getting really intense :/ btw, this is inspired by a friend.