HERE IS THE REPEATED IMAGE OF THE LOVER DESTROYED. // there are stories about boys who are like candles and like wildfires, burning too brightly to last longer than a few hours at best, and the voice in your head makes you think yours is one of thousands just like it. the voice tells you that you will be alone always and then you will die. the truth is this: you will die. you will die like every other being that has ever roamed any earth, that has ever looked at any stars, that has ever breathed and lived and laughed and loved. you will die, like everyone before you and everyone after you, and you will die alone as they will all die alone. but you will not live alone. you are the image of the lover destroyed, and you are the image of the tabernacle reconstructed, brick by brick by brick. written by elijah. autoplay enabled.
