But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

- aedh wishes for the clothes of heaven, yeats

friends-locked.

the first gasp of light erupting as a promising velvet, the vacuum of the night relinquishing its reign: we face our darkness alone, like how we find our salvation.

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much better than neon lights!


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and just when you thought the shackles of old ghosts have came undone: there is no need for the premonitory kindness, because that just hurts more and the emotional burden is stretching too far more than human endurance ( Read more... )