˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝒀𝒖𝒋𝒂𝒚 𝑺𝒆𝒐𝒏
In the corridor that has no name, The steps were left like broken wills on a stone wet with absence. No one knew who lit the last candle, nor who hung his heart at the door of the wind and then disappeared like a saint who lost his shadow in the war. Sacrifice is not just blood, sometimes it is a smile hidden behind trembling teeth, or a hand extending towards the abyss so that another person does not fall while the fingers themselves crumble silently. I saw a man burying his dreams under a black tree, and every branch was growing in the form of a memory. He didn't cry. Crying is a luxury for those who have time. The blindfolded fortune teller said: "Some souls are created to be bridges, everyone passes over them, then they are left alone in the rain." Since that night, the moon began to look like an old coin Someone paid her a price to save a heart whose name he did not know. There, in the corner where Echo slept, the sacrifice was wearing a gray cloak and laughing strangely quietly, as if she knew that only the greatest losers would spare others. Any secret makes a person carry his death in one hand, and in the other Does he carry the salvation of someone who does not look back? Perhaps because some hearts do not believe in immortality, but rather believe that the most beautiful thing a person can leave behind is brokenness.
About ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝒀𝒖𝒋𝒂𝒚 𝑺𝒆𝒐𝒏
In the corridor that has no name, The steps were left like broken wills on a stone wet with absence. No one knew who lit the last candle, nor who hung his heart at the door of the wind and then disappeared like a saint who lost his shadow in the war. Sacrifice is not just blood, sometimes it is a smile hidden behind trembling teeth, or a hand ex...Read more