Apr 2021
Face them, I'd like to tell her.
They look like shadows but when you touch them,
They turn into fireflies.
They look like shadows but when you touch them,
They turn into fireflies.
I hate it that you only understand something once you've experienced it. I know how it feels to conquer the darkness, but now I'm guiding her from the outside of it, hoping the echos of my voice reach her.
