ph by devina
You once said that love and light would never be your sources of inspiration, and that phrases like 'core of blood' held more significance to you than 'fleeting feathers'. you once believed that you should never fall in love or get hurt again, and that was why you've been locking yourself under the thick layer of the cocoon for too long. you defied the warmness in the hearts of beautiful strangers, and you refused to name yourself as one of them.
But when love came to approach you, to which place on earth would you try to look for a haven? when his tanned skin and almond-eyes had pierced your heart so hard it started bleeding, your hands would no longer be able to cover your flushed face.
In the loneliness of being among the city lights and the indifferent faces of beautiful strangers, you pointed your eyes skyward and cried, telling me that you were uninspired.
The running time would never stop, and you were destined to race with it forever. however, the stagnant lights were silent, as they glided before your eyes like bubbles,
or Peterpan's easy steps―
you said you wanted to learn to forget.
