lithesome limbs move slowly as if with great care. fingers curl around the circumference of a cigarette , trails of near invisible smoke twisting skywards. prone to such fits / cumbersome emotions that wreak havoc upon fragile form. at times her chest feels tight or as light and stuffy / filled with cotton. like the thick feeling and smell as she awaits rain. ❛ i am not crying , my eyes are just watering. ❜
a half truth. for there is no sadness gripping yulia’s chest , no such ache. but oft finds there is comfort in crying. the tears well : large and slow at the corners of her eyes. falling unchecked upon her cheeks. only then are they swept away , the sleeve of the architect’s shirt becoming stained dark and wet.
♡ @pathoflogic / starter call.