arcane-depiction

I carry on. And today is the day that I promised myself that I would shed my leaves Rip up and crackle things fake names and the breaths that I-didn't-waste-in-speaking-but-wasted-a-bit-of-me-in-not-saying So I breathed instead, a glamor of that heavy, weighted air, disgusting It's not a matter of who I am because a friend like her sheds me to my real core unafraid and natural to just be simply to be as natural as the trees