– some kind of gate that can drag anyone to an enigmatic realm where reality can kill dreams in a heartbeat and serves them on a plate to feed each damaged starving soul.
She weaves the safety net to keep her away from it, even from its gleam.
She has preserved memories in a jar where she can taste a few drops of mirth when she needs it
She has preserved memories in a jar where she can taste a few drops of mirth when she needs it
– the timidity that helps her to survive.
Sometimes, she closes her eyes as her heart whispers to an image of him,
Sometimes, she closes her eyes as her heart whispers to an image of him,
“You will always be a ghost flickering behind my eyelids when I sleep*.
You're the myth I chose to keep.”
*from a prose written by Kriz of jktxnyc
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