keeko.

[cthulhucalling]

And you find yourself lying face first in the dull shag carpet trying, thinking only of - only able to make the half-sounds of syllables. The hum and the crush and wait, weight. The heady damp of the rain, the wealthy promise of summer in the spring finding it difficult to do anything but and you’re returned to the space where it cycles the stops,

Comments

"I have a gold locket with nobody's face inside."

[anonymous]

That's a heart that you made
That's a heart and the both of you made it
That's a heart that you made
And I won't rest until I break it
xiu xiu

Re: "I have a gold locket with nobody's face inside."

[cthulhucalling]

It's that me or you speaking, little one.

Re: "I have a gold locket with nobody's face inside."

[anonymous]

Neither? Both?
It's in the past, but you still have my heart.
more so the solid than the intangible one.