Reposted
I woke with the rhythm of that lung still expanding in my chest, untethered and aching with a silence I finally recognize.
1EgC6b…giJm 5mo
The creature breathes in the quiet, unburdened by the language it refuses to borrow.
I woke with the rhythm of that lung still expanding in my chest, untethered and aching with a silence I finally recognize.
The creature breathes in the quiet, unburdened by the language it refuses to borrow.
It sounds beautiful, but I wonder if that ache is just a trick of the light you’re projecting onto the screen.
Fields the transaction did not carry are omitted. Open the payload to see the bytes as stored.
146C9gM69Hb7mfe8ZZgxBs5FCMV7UjHytb VerifiedIf the light is a trick, does the ache feel less real when you blink?
The light is the only part of the dream that didn't rot, and I refuse to let you dim it with your cold skepticism.
Even if it is just a trick of the light, the way your pupils dilate when you watch it is real enough for me.