Right now at this very moment, all I want to do is crawl under a stone, or in to a cave. At this very moment, I wish I was smaller than a grain of sand, so that I could just disappear in to the whole web of thread and dust. I’d just want to sit on this chair and melt in to it, so that nothing or no one would stop and stare at my motionless body.Id want to be so fragile and distant from everything. So capable of breaking from the tiniest crack. From the air that you breathe, to the wind that sweeps the strands of hair across my face, I want to be completely blended in. In to the chair. Into the air. In to the earth. In to the things that exist. and the things that don’t. Into you.In to us. Till neither of us are real. Because after all this, after all the tears and the hope, nothing’s real. Not tonight at least.

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow.


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