pensivave
“my magic is unwritten”





kinderzimmer
I thought I’d meet her in my childhood bedroom, but she’s somewhere else now.


The dying panther seeks solace with kin as it takes its final breath
reconnecting with that which hurts










“my magic is unwritten”
Es geht um das Brechen, und das, was nicht bricht.
I thought I’d meet her in my childhood bedroom, but she’s somewhere else now.
reconnecting with that which hurts
what does it mean to grow old?
was trying to escape myself when I wrote this