your clothes are black, your lips are dry. this battleground is a cemetery filled with empty tombs. you remember how it felt to begin. a whimper. a goodbye. an infinite end. the world forgets. how it felt to begin. a bang. a hello. an unholy end. a bitter joke. five lives. two BOYS turned SOLDIERS. two girls from SILK to STEEL. one of them along FOR THE RIDE. they walked into a war. none of them entirely came out alive. you loved them. You let them go.
* no personals please.












