can you smell the cherry trees?

tell me it's okay.

oh, don’t be afraid of me. this haunted house was already a death scene before i got here.

you’re a pillar of light my eyes haven’t adjusted to yet. your late night confessions rest on the tip of my tongue.

look me in the eye. tell me you carry this weight, too. when your beasts come to visit, let them in.

all of my hiding places are flooding. i can’t salvage anything. but… i’ll try.

water was meant to heal. now, all it does is taunt. still… there’s an odd comfort in these wine dark seas.

i’ve been underwater for longer than they’ll let me admit. each tidal wave is a false promise to my tired mind.

it isn’t silent, so it’s enough hope for me to hold onto. silence is music is waiting is attention. when will i be silent enough for someone else?

my truth lies within the origin of something evil. please, do not dispute this fact. i know i have a lot to bury, but this will make me good. i can feel it this time.

leave me in this darkness. i cannot fathom viewing him face to face. i refuse. i have chosen/chose/will choose to lose this battle.

i won’t go home tonight. leave the window open just in case.