Once young, fresh, and glam

sitting on permanent frost
with feet inches above broken glass

294 months / xx / profile / reveries /



It’s time to let go of erstwhile wishes,
hopes, and dreams, and burn down bridges.
Whatever held us together, we’re not longer connected
All the hurt felt mistaken for something poetic
Wistful pipe dreams of an idyllic romance
but now it’s hard to to feel anything in this expanse





softwaring:
“Existence by Jasman Mander
”


acnlvevo:
“sunset in the plaza ⛅
”


god-loves-u-sweetheart:
“ This is my cute little bird named peaches.
”

ST