( .. 最喜歡的 ethereal ❛ ✒️ . . . he seems to be immersed in the exquisiteness of him be possessed of mind

ⓘ .. APRIL, 05 📠 ／ “essentially every line on a vintage piece of parchment persist in carving their tales in the subconscious and heart, while the ink wears away merely one’s heart and mind are capable of summoning it. every writer will emphasize him inventiveness in each sentence and word she states, as though weaving an enchantment throughout the continent.”

𐂡' ── o’radiohead. ılı
page, unreleased ❂!

　and when i am six feet underground
　with the sound of rain start to pouring
　　  　　  　　　down,
　　　they will get visions of you.
　they start to feel like your touch,
　every single drop start to bring
　　　 unimaginable scenes.
　When you slowly wrap your hands
　around me, i even catch the day when
　you call my name in the moonlit night.

　That lullaby voice turned into sounds
　　　　　　　of the rain,
　A view of cosmos and the shining star
　in your eyes turned out look like dark
　　　　　　　　clouds.
　Then, you figure suddenly fade aways.
　And everything goes back to normal,
　My uniform getting weat again and
　　   　　headache start to hit.
　I don’t know where my steps going
　　　　　　　to take me,
　Hoping at the end of the road you
　gonna smile at me and ready to start
　　   　　   　　again.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ[heart—felts] suppressing unexpressed emotions may confine one within an eternal abyss of loneliness, where unspoken sentiments weigh heavily like anchors dragging the soul into the depths of solitude, creating a barrier that isolates from connection and understanding.

ㅤㅤㅤ“SONNET” ╱ 1080

灵魂, solitary spirits, adrift amidst the solitude of existence, seeking solace in the quietude of their journey, they are quiet dreamers, the silent seekers ━┿ tracing ephemeral paths in search of that elusive bond that promises solace

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🖋.. INKED, @despacisto
TWAIN—EPOCHS. 𔘜 (9/0)

• II, E.G: lost souls, wandering through the labyrinth of solitude, yearning for solace in the serenity of their solitary path: it is a primal call echoing through the chambers of their being, seeking solace in the warmth of another's presence.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ