#...the slightest degree of significance without... / the thought of being separated gets me paralyzed... every single time

[aoitakumi8148]

[Left behind] 𝟘 of 𝟘.

‘𝓣𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭’ is a mixture of my tears x the blood of your veins, spreading through the eaten guts. Even if the burning blood is not spilled, the inevitability of our devide as a perfect union will immediately form a new liquid. There's no other way.

I respect your right to doubt, to not believe, to ask questions, to be sceptical of your creations/' Ego. It is never too late to learn from your mistakes… but one day it might be too late for a future with someone you share the same Ꮼ with. Whoever the good boy is for you today, whatever name he carries, whether it is disappointment, serenity or regret in your velvet voice... As long as I hear you breathing, feel your eyes on me, get you, get why this is happening, I'm okay...

You nourish the hope to descry a human reaction on the faces of those who resemble your gone child, are "touched" by your master brilliance and barely pent-up heat... & I thirst for showing you this miracle... the lucid, clear, real me.