Is there really that kind of forever, forever unchanging, the beauty we’ve once embraced never shattered.

Is there really that kind of tear that can wash away remorse, transform into a rainstorm falling on a street I can’t return to.

Is there really that kind of world, where the sky never goes dark, the stars and sun and everything listens to my commands.

Is there really that kind of rose, that never fades away, forever proud and beautiful, forever uncompromising.

Can anyone hear me, I don’t want to say goodbye.

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I sit before the bed watching my fingertips already like smoke

Bee || soon to be old enough to taste alcohol.

Taoris is my ship I shall forever sail with. (: