𝘥𝘦𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘴

so， if you are too tired to speak， sit next to me because i， too， am fluent in silence.

but the loneliness never left me. i always took it with me， but i can put it down in the pleasure of your company.

in a sharp set of knives， i looked for a hand to hold. i could not stop myself from needing to belong somewhere， even if that somewhere was a burial ground.