august prose stories

venice ig: @venngogh
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a collection of spilled ink


by venice


in the end we're all eternal, we are the wind and the sky you and i and when i'm gone before you, i am going to be the air you breathe and the air you die for.


has anyone ever told you, there are no stars neither the ocean in your eyes but fairly a storm in the night, dark and comforting.


love is foolish and manipulative, it could make you believe in magic. it could blind you, deaf you, break you, and deceive you.


the ruins in the deepest part of her ocean, is a piece of a beautiful mystery that made part of history.


i am mine before i am yours. i am deserving of love and tenderness. don't grip into my lungs and take my breath away. don't cling into my heart. as if it's yours to break.


to love someone is to be the bones and the gravity, to be the reason to ease the heaviness of their hearts and minds.

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