#traced veins

[traced-veins]

Sometimes withering in a dream feels the same as trying to bloom in reality. When we were planted inside a bottomless flowerpot with nothing to give, we ended up growing solely from those thoughts inside our heads.

And so we learned to live our lives half asleep; never knowing what if feels like to have more than this, never experiencing true summer.

-m.l.b, nature’s forgotten

[traced-veins]

It took me a long time to realize that people are not as put together as they seem That I’m not the only one who carries around sadness and apathy like important baggage to never leave unattended at any time And the piercing airplane loudspeaker reminds us to stay seated at all times during this turbulent flight You are busy praying for safety; we anticipate the crash.

m.l.b, turbulences

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My arms