Shivering In The Midst Of Rose Thorns And Frozen Star

i. 𝖺𝗆 𝗂?

in the hymns of silence, there i am. trying to tame my wild mourns and sobs as i walk into the dim of nowhere. trembling in the cold whistle of wind breeze passing by. the loud memoirs of our history pursue on humming in my ears possessing a great volume while finding the strings that can lead me back to the sweetness of melody, to you. frowning- as if it can recur the music box's endless tune we used to be.

i was your favourite song, and then i thought i will always be.

am i notthat anymore, am i?

January 8, 2021.