Dark


Something about a hot tub in the dark forest alone. 

I find it easier not to feel… but times like these there is nothing to do but to allow myself to weep, grieve, honour, hold and pray for a gentle release. 

23 isn’t a number someone so sweet and brave should perish. 

It is times like these I feel my life wasted. Where she never really had the chance to waste hers. 

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