tar

an eternal leave. though the time have promised to be more than a fall.

the breath behind this wall still struggles. and the day is wider and wider, a continous plain of undressed events.

this island is a butterfly it measures you with the flaps of its wings.

this is it. the edge of the final exchange.

you are loose.

an untied knot in a bigger story.

 

::: a scar :::