❝ did you just admit you weren't good at something? ❞ words are light and airy from her lips. takes the heaviness behind his own and swallows it down. the atmosphere is already clouded in so much darkness and the world? THE WORLD BREATHES IT IN LIKE ITS GOOD FOR THEM. one breath, two breaths, three breaths ... until nothing but skeletons reside as evidence of its wake. we think of graveyards as places meant only for the dead, but look inside of us and see how our bones all lay like rows of tombstones. she recalls girlhood. the lessons she learned. * there is always something more, waiting and festering on the edge of it all. and so she laughs like honey and crystals. hair like rays of sunshine as it frames her face. ❝ i'm pullin' your leg. don't sell yourself short. you're not half-bad. ❞ the truth conceals itself behind lightheartedness: she hasn't perfected the art of it either. let people in. but don't let them too close. keep a line between what is innocent and what can hurt you. but make sure it's invisible so they don't start to wonder what you might be hiding in the crux of your core. all while wearing your hearts vulnerability on your sleeve. ❝ but i don't think you're supposed to be good at it. you're just supposed to do it, y'know. ❞
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