Red-reaper-Healed

Happy pride guys gals and pals sorry it’s late

Red-reaper-Healed

Love is blind so I carved out my eyes. Bing Infatuated with the idea of another, brings us to our grave, for love we die. The pitiful idea of acceptance brings the weight of mortality, and that weight drags us down to the bottom of the sea. So here I stand heavy, the emptiness of absence and weight of acceptance balance out perfection. I feel nothing.