meow

[strawberry-rochelimit]

the cold stairs where never made to be used, it was decoration they had told her. It was a prision, she had learnt.

Stairs as clean as always and yet, a pinch of dust calling her to go forward. white tiles echoing every light that reflects them, keeping away any signs of darkness, every step agonizingly new.

The white stairs where never meant to be usen, for now a fallen she lays where the stairs once where.

[ciqqy]

I will lock in tomorrow like nobody has ever locked in before

[ciqqy]

[strawberry-rochelimit]

if only given she chance, she would have glanced back. And through her blurry eyes filled with fier, maybe the most she could have seen was the deepening puddle right under the tree.

If only given the chance, then perhaps she could have seen that the past she forgot was nothing more than the present where she's drown.

[strawberry-rochelimit]

she remembered the murmurs, the neverending hushes flooding the air as the dull waves of a viscous ocean.

no matter the distance that separated her from the old bay, for the tides rise the most when the moon shines no more.