❝there's so much anger in my broken soul and I can't bring my vessel to feel it, as much as I want to, for its the melancholic anger where you'd sacrifice your very being if it meant destroying that *one* person less the fact it'd cause the end of the world itself
And maybe that's a little overdramatic but who am I to admit that? I am angry and I am upset and that is all I know.
This vessel bleeds red but I should bleed gold.
This soul should be fresh and full of strength but it is old and tainted and as fragile as porcelain.
As much as I wanna feel pure emotion about this, I can't.❞
















