frozen

That delicious feeling of wanting to erase yourself.

Then trembling fingertips came away with tunes saying “everything will get better~”

“Went on… Went on… Kill all dreams as nothing remains~”

Blessed by visions of melting rainbow. Of dancing swans and singing toads. We are nothing but spectacles. We are nothing but broken iris.

As you are.

Nothing but traumatic wasted-kindness.

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