#flowieklo

“Pounding against my bruised ribcages above gassed up lungs as the brittle bones I could call my own dragged me through the last words, my fingers unable to find an end but leaving much between the lines” -N.E./ Art by Flo Wie Klo

“Through my hazy thoughts I remember smothering it, my reason being tiresome third degree burns that gnawed at my skin, afterwards I buried it, my knees deep in the dirt hoping it would revolt against me, and proceed to drag me underground along with it, it never did, and I waited until I too extinguished because without light I could not survive” -N.E./ Art by Flo Wie Klo

“From the ashes I watched you transcend, like a fortune read from the palm of my hand, I envisioned that you were sent to me to prove that time heals and souls mend, and in sickness and in health, I will carry you to the end” -N.E./ Art by Flo Wie Klo

“How long do you dig until you find what you’re looking for? How long do you allow your fingers to collect blisters and evaporate to dirt before you finally give up?” -N.E./ Art by Flo Wie Klo

“He wrote because you exist, and within his sharing boundaries I experienced his heartbreak, and stole it, hoping that if my soul was also tainted somebody would listen” -N.E./ Art by Flo Wie Klo

“Grains of sand slipped through my fingers before turning into a castle where lost hope was rebuilt” -N.E./ Art by Flo Wie Klo

“I dove into ultramarine and allowed it to soar through my veins, deceiving my eyes to hallucinations and let my tongue turn to dust from captivation” -N.E./ Art by Flo Wie Klo

“The audacity to sit on a pedestal and scrutinize my every move is sickening, to state that the world solely around me just proves that you in fact have never seen purity in it’s rarest forms” -N.E./ Art by Flo Wie Klo