Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. I’ll choke you with the same hand I fed you with.
I’m. So. Exhausted.
I’m. So. Exhausted
With golden string
our universe was clothed in light.
Pulling at the seams,
our once barren world now brims with life,
that we may fall in love
every time we open up our eyes.
I guess space, and time,
takes violent things, angry things
and makes them kind.