by ty

dreams (n.) : it takes a few moments for her to process that it’s not just a bed of roses which hides its thorns, but everything she sets her calloused fingertips upon when her eyesights blurred and her breaths are unsteady – she shuttles swiftly between stagnated scenes and nebulous faces, it reaches it’s peak and smothering gravity reigns. people say that the bottom of the well’s the ending, but she knows it’s just the beginning.