A kind of dark metaphorical poem about sleep paralysis | My hands find my bed of flowers. ⚘
A sad fictional perspective, reminder for us all to give something even a message | Misunderstood, beautiful, worthy <3
Regardless of dwellers' intentions, good or bad, the vibe is toxic. | My heart has crying eyes and not blind eyes.
A kind of dark metaphorical poem about sleep paralysis | My hands find my bed of flowers. ⚘
A sad fictional perspective, reminder for us all to give something even a message | Misunderstood, beautiful, worthy <3
Regardless of dwellers' intentions, good or bad, the vibe is toxic. | My heart has crying eyes and not blind eyes.