Status: something a little bit different ♡
Coal Spines
cherry.
Sometimes I feel pale compared to the world, to the warmth. Most of the times, my bones are made of glass, heavy, or wood, light, surrounded my cherry-red strings of fate that pulsate, cold and slow, and tick my time away.
In those moments, just sometimes, I feel alive.
In those moments, just sometimes, I feel alive.