☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
You ask my why all of my writing sounds
sad, but you don't understand the way it
manifests. The way my words are strung
fairy lights, in an empty house at
midnight, trying to make all of the dark
edges beautiful again.
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
You ask my why all of my writing sounds
sad, but you don't understand the way it
manifests. The way my words are strung
fairy lights, in an empty house at
midnight, trying to make all of the dark
edges beautiful again.
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
̮͜"̮̮͜͜ᴵ̮̮͜͜
̮̮͜͜ᵃ̮̮͜͜ᵐ̮̮͜͜
̮̮͜͜ᵗ̮̮͜͜ʰ̮̮͜͜ᵉ̮̮͜͜
̮̮͜͜ᵐ̮̮͜͜ᵒ̮̮͜͜ᶰ̮̮͜͜ˢ̮̮͜͜ᵗ̮̮͜͜ᵉ̮̮͜͜ʳ̮̮͜͜
̮̮͜͜ᶤ̮̮͜͜ᶰ̮̮͜͜
̮̮͜͜ʸ̮̮͜͜ᵒ̮̮͜͜ᵘ̮̮͜͜ʳ̮̮͜͜
̮̮͜͜ʰ̮̮͜͜ᵉ̮̮͜͜ᵃ̮̮͜͜ᵈ̮͜"̮͜
-ℬ𝓻𝒆𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰
ℬ𝒆𝓷𝓳𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓷
"𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓪𝒇𝒇𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝒆"
-ℬ𝓻𝒆𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 ℬ𝒆𝓷𝓳𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓷
-ℬ𝓻𝒆𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 ℬ𝒆𝓷𝓳𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓷
