dharmalord

It has been some time. From this unspeakable passage, over a year has been spent curled in a wretched ball. With wishes for death. Sia's 'Breathe Me' fills my rather awkward transparency with a rosy blush. Even now, as was prevalent in my earliest years - the unfathomable enigma of a 'best fit', be it career, education, or the pathology of a willful hunger was and always 'will be' lost on derision's door. My cherub. My dearest dragon cub, to whom my legacy has only known, witnessing the casualties of this deep inner war. Please accept my apologies. My face is riddled - pock-marked with the ugliness of these scars. My heart, buried deep unto molten chains to bind and seal away landscapes deprived of instinct.