there is nothing to hold onto, there is no more waiting, no hope in cold dried eyes. there were trees when he looked through the window, but they would send wind whispers telling him that he might look away now, as they could not exist for him anymore. constantly falling in and around, the stars landed on his chest as he slept, burning tired flesh.

he could not care.

she said she felt lost.. but he always knew exactly where he was, and he could only wander, grasp at nothing, knowing only that he could lose himself too, one day, if he weren't already so gone.

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