sapphire4992
Hassle, harass, all of it. I shouldn't feel this way, it's none of my business, but as I laugh and avoid it and brush it off to the side, it bites and stabs and wounds. The loneliness.
Separate these shores, the fragments I have shored against these ruins. With the two stretches so close, the ruins meld into one, and the days bleed together; when did the present ever have a current? It's only a moment that separates a fractured and crumbling past from the already fading future.
Ancient Rome. New mutiny. My heart-strings have been tied into knots even the seamstresses of fate could not undo.