*Tragic picture

Of course life doesn’t seem so tragic in one still picture

But overtime all kinds of disease accumulate to show 

The state one has been making a shrine to

With their own living

All is over my head

Rarely is something inside

The last time something shifted me. I turned that part of me of

Enthusiasm is not the same as love. is not the same as feeding someone

Love is an accident. A coincidence

Be bitten once, and the fairytale feeling chews on it’s own blood