❝ we all demand something we sometimes forget to begin ourselves ❞
—— ten words story #5 | e.a
❝ i was a child once and then i wasn’t; an illusionist in broad daylight and then i wasn’t, a naked bud waiting for spring and then i wasn’t, before i changed into something entirely that was not (and would never be me) ❞
—— identity, phase one | e.a
❝ it scares me how sacrifices are made even when we close our eyes in hope that sleep is a pretentious escape from the reality of frostbite tearing our skin apart ❞
—— E.A