
“mazes”


That’s because no one is born with anger. And when we die, the soul is freed from it. But now, here, in order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did, and why you no longer need to feel it.


“Hello, my haunted breath,” I whisper as I gather the ghost into my arms. “It has been too long, and I love you so desperately.”
“Hello my poison, hello my earth.”
it’s going to be okay. get some sleep
it will get better. if it doesn’t, we can always try again