• myrrhc 4w

    i can't seem to fathom my thoughts into constellations rn. sorry.

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    sometimes, it's like every letter that has travelled the wide premises of a novel.
    or the distance covered by the outstretched chord of a paragraph.

    or even like the neverending scrolls, lasting for thousands of years,
    making history.

    it's like that.
    reminiscing the drenched memories of you and i.

    but sometimes, it's just as empty as a period after all these words.