It's hard and it takes times, but don't look for her in me.
I stay awake for both of us, just to realise I'm the one missing; you have the life moving beneath your skin.
My eyes are void, but I am your infinite.
The sky has turned the hours into a coma. All I see is an ocean smelling like ash and a life sounding like a black, silent jamboree.
Sing, I shall finish your melody.
~ by Karenjess
The Illusory
On frames
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