A shady doll

" Je ressens de violentes pulsions. J'ai l'impression de glisser vers le fond Si j'ignore d'où vient ce fléau, j'adore l'avoir dans la peau ! "

She wants to know what is at the end of the moon and the black sky. She can not believe that behind the mist there is more hope.

She thinks of what you were. What you are. And what you will never be again.

She didn't need to die to lose her life.

We don’t dominate the nothingness, we have no action on the void..

Now she plays alone with the sunlight.

Quand tu diras que c'est sa faute,  Qu'elle n’ai jamais su t'aimer.

Always those same nightmares. This same disgust. This same shame.

Pic by @theweirddebo

She respects so much those who want to get out of it without ever giving up, those who have defeated all this mess.

Now she is alone.

She is of this kind that only madness can cure.

She can not undo what she has already done, but she can face it.

Night shelters her feelings, alone in the dark to want to tell you that you miss her, she thinks of you, see again the times she cried in your arms.

Kum-Kum plays with fire ! 

She sought the answer by fixing the ceiling up to five hours. The kind of problem that breaks a heart..

“   Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.   “