FairyBlueSoul

there is a void that has yet to be filled. You probably don't remember when we stayed up all night counting stars or how this world wasn't actually real. We were our own gods. The day your faith died was the day your mother whispered "He's living with her now" and you stopped breathing long enough to forget I was standing there, too. Fast forward to too many years later, we locked eyes in whitewashed halls. Amnesia was written in the creases of your skin like narcotic borderlines between living and acting and you could only pretend like I wasn't there—just a whisper in the wind that reminded you of being human once upo