what NOW, kid? your lungs akin to a time bomb; six months, three months ------ TIMES UP, and radiation claims ALL as victims. that same deadlock, vying for even the familiarity of the cell you once called your own, panic reoccupying the nestles betwixt ribs. oh, you remember it well, don’t you? how it climbed your throat, ready to kiss the air seconds before drop ship doors reared themselves open, arms wide & inviting as it welcomed you HOME again. ( some home ) you know, hope’s a deadly find and still, you’re clutching it like a lifeline. taught yourself: leader’s hope, so you do. because you have to. because you -- YOUR PEOPLE -- can’t SURVIVE without it. but tell me, is hope going to save you now? can you prepare for this? “ confusion never stops. ”
@expedientsentence ♡’d // clocks by coldplay
