3 years ago. January 25, 2021 at 5:49 PM
Her soul is wild, untamed; a spirit blindly searching for peace amidst the chaos in a sea of crushing storms. She reaches for his hands, always slightly out of grasp. A faceless vision she fights against, and darkness envelops once more.
She chokes against her chains loosing breath and light and sight.The more she battles, the more she drowns under waves of self-destruction.
In moments of pure exhaustion, she stills and finds her breath once more.
He reaches; she kneels; His face becomes clear, and in him, she finds her rest....
