A breath clouds up the air as I remember the time of the fairies and back to when the fire of melting candles was too bright for my fragile eyes
I always envied her eyes I wonder if melancholy chose me as its vessel long ago this frail body has been hollowing itself out for years, as the ultimate dwelling to rot in,
the chaos is comforting, all silence stands for is my complete obliteration and the endless illusion of what we once were.