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Faux flowers at a funeral.

I promised myself not to slip back into the abyss and drink the dark water of the shadows, but with feet cold and eyes blotted all the shades of a poppy field, I’ll admit that a lack of light has lured me back to the bottom of the well.

  1. thenighteverythingchanged said: Maybe there’s nothing wrong with crawling into a hole. We all have our own little trenches we hide in. Sometimes it’s lonely, but I think coming to terms with our holes enough that we can invite another in is what makes the light worth looking toward
  2. belgards said: (I love you, I love you, I love you. Let me send some sunset to you in parcels from the other side of the World.)
  3. lithely posted this