veritas

a sea of perfect waves reflect a sun that has yet to have risen. whatever may come of this, i regret to inform you that it may only be temporary and will satiate neither party involved. winter will not bring any type of resolution, no sutures can be affixed to this skin.

dragging around the lake to bring some sort of catharsis out of our souls.

miles upon miles of broken logic and beautiful photosynthesis liven up the highly-contrasting landscape. veins pulsate full of life as they create hypnotic ridges across the canvas of your pale skin.

being held too tight, i've broken your subtle territories.