◜ ⋆ 𝕮𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 ⋆ .⁣

⠀ 𝕭𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 FALLS WITH ⠀⠀ WITH A PERSISTENCE UNMATCHED BY NO OTHER ⚔︎ EXCEPT FOR THE WHIMPERS THAT PLEADS TO BE 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄

ᅠ ˝ 𝐇IS ℬ͟ᴸ͟ᴼ͟ᴼ͟ᴰ RUNS —— IN MY “ * 𝓥͟𝑬͟𝑰͟𝑵͟𝑺. ᅠ ᅠ

﹐𖥔 ࣪ ˖ ྀ ˛ 𝔗H͜͡𝖠𝖭𝖪 𝔊O͜͡𝑶𝖣𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖲 * !!

⠀ ⠀⠀meeting the smile with a raised brow , a half glare that's purely ( or mostly ) to tease despite the loss of the rum . outstretched hand soon returning to prop chin on , as if pondering where it had disappeared . since he -

⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ and that's proving quite effective with an ` oi .ᐟ ` and an attempt to retrieve the bottle before realising the culprit . was it really necessary for him to do that to get his attention ？ ⠀⠀

a bird born in a cage doesn't know it's a prisoner. it doesn't know it's not free. it just dies happily in its cage.

i've never been free my whole life. inside, i've always chased myself. i've become intolerable to myself. i live in a lacerating duality. i'm seemingly free, but i'm a prisoner inside of me.