not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars. And one day, you are going to find yourself again.
Welcome to a world that doesn't exist. At least, i'm pretty sure it doesn't. My headspace is full of blotted and blurred places... places your body warns you about entering in ways that your hands shake and that nauseous feeling sits at the back of your throat.
In the same ways a panic attack stops your breathing, halts the feeling from reaching the tips of your fingers, but very much makes you feel alive... My mind is here to give you room to breathe in all the things and all the ways you've been warned about.
I am full of smoke and deep sinister chuckles. This isn't a place for hope or faith. It's a place for wonder and the impossible. Welcome to my world. I hope you love it here.