tremors. taut-line hitch my insides. strip my lungs of breath. replace it with truths. let them cut their way into the back of my consciousness. let them mangle the veins around my heart and squeeze. this reality is almost too much for me. the way we all pretend like things are meant to be. i see your face and hear my heart shatter across the bowels of my being a million pieces lost and gone. where do i go from here now? how do i see the sun when all this truth has turned out all the lights. who the fuck am i when i'm not beside you? what the fuck is this thing called okay? why am i running far and fast from things like rest and relaxation?
character collecting
a place to keep my characters for rps