Ashes of a forgotten heart, they were never truly lost; it was the path that drifted away from them. Their mind is overflowing with thoughts, each one desperately trying to find an escape from that shadowed labyrinth, reaching for a light they’re no longer sure exists.

But will they collapse completely into the withering of hope? Even as others whispers: “Your friendship is the quiet warmth I never knew my fractured soul needed.” If home ever had a color, it would be a dim red—glowing, steady, beating like a pulse that refuses to disappear. They run together, searching for a way out of the life that keeps trying to swallow them whole, @phuwinside.

Presence is like a weak flame of something that no longer knows why it remains, not to live, but to quietly burn in the light; not to hurry, but to give itself fully to every moment it can't avoid.

“You’ll find another life to live, I know you get over it.” Archive; the spark that flickers in ruins, @heartkeephusides the stillness that haunts what’s left of me, the turning that never ends. 🫀

And yet, something small in my chest keeps asking, “Why do you still hurt?” I never answer. I just wait for the silence to show me how to go on, but it gives me nothing, only an echo drifting trough the empty rooms of my mind.

post—cards vol. ii. “collaboration”
bittersweet: @Phuwinside &’ @Naravitzone
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the letter /1986’s. Nevermore denouement versions. chapter ii: of the same unsent lust, November mist.