As darkness falls and the dying gasps of the molten moon bleed golden sorrow where hope once lived, she envelops herself in the sweet, suffocating velvet of the night.
#vibes_gothicvss
None understand the tatty rag #towel she refuses to yield, save a precious few who witnessed the ghosts within its threads.
A lifetimes tapestry woven from bedtime baths, sun-soaked swim lessons, and sandy shore memories.
Sometimes, the ordinary anchors the priceless.
#vss365
On the edge of memories, her shell survives, held together by stitched remains of the soul who died after the last goodbye-leaving only echoes to fill spaces where they used to be.
#bionicanadian
Just as a watched #kettle never boils, nor a quiet phone rings, she knows that while his ghost lives rent-free in her mind, she will never truly be.
#vss365