• morphology_life 15w

    How is it, that someone I love so much, someone I trust more than anyone else cannot see what I see, and feel what I feel? The moments of tenderness, of sweet love and affection fall on deaf ears. Mute to the sound of my own pounding chest. They return my warm embrace with malice and artifice. Trapped in a ruin of my own making, it’s my own insipid denial that leaves my soul quaking.
    •Morphology•