#im cry....

creeping shadows:     there are a million eyes on you.    hidden in the dark,    chasing through the depths of the forest,    hiding in the creeks.    tell me,   child,    what is it you are running from ?     what is it that has you flee the moonlit plains,    cowered into the cool embrace of the stone,    as though it might guard you from what rests inside your chest ?    run,   run,   run,    but the horizon is ever unreachable.     you reach for something unattainable.    safety has never been yours.

but this is no cave,    and the night’s breeze is a gentle one.    in the quiet of the moonlight,    yeongmi stands by the window,    believes the archon asleep.     dark hair is freed to be caressed by the breeze,     yet there is a melancholy that sits deep within her heart,    bores its claws into the cage of her ribs until shoulders shake with quiet sobs.     here and there,   fleeting winds,    there has never been a home for her in any world.    a liar,    capable only of mimicry.    shield upon shield,    in the end you cannot run from yourself,    ever the coward.

a heartbeat,    a breath:    lost in her thoughts yeongmi had not noticed zhongli waking,    and upon the realisation shame burns hot.    weak !     hands of stone should never be so gentle to a sinner like her     –––––     she turns away.    he must not see,    dry your tears,    he must not   ...

thank u, u sweet friend,,, im weeping