๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ฉ๐ฎ๐๐จ ๐ผ๐ง๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ช๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ โ She's what you call a melody of warmth and wildfire, humming between love and sin.
She once ran barefoot through sunlightโ
young, unburdened, infinite.
But the world has a way of teaching gravity.
Of pressing hands against your wings
until flying feels like a sin.
So she learned to sink.
Now they call her fallen,
as if she ever chose
to let go of the sky.
@TamagoPost โKenapa ya malam hari selalu lebih enak dihabiskan dengan merenung? Padahal sedang setenang itu tapi pikiran justru paling berisik di jam-jam segini.โ