goodbye lover

Silently, fragily I turn my heard, like a butterfly just out of the cocoon. Same doubt, same hope. Same distopian-like aesthetic.
But everything is pale white. And me… I’m a just girl with eyes filled with longing and grief, and maybe a hint of regret.
                                    Follow the dying stars.
                            Follow the whispering. Follow his heart. Follow him.

I’m out of the void. I survived.
& I don’t cling to fracturing/fractured dreams anymore.
I don’t cling to worlds that can never be.
I just am. Who I am.

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