Chrysalis-Exigency

Golden Shell. Oh if you knew what lay beneath. Solid or hollow. Your call. Or mine.



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Suddenly suffocated by the thought of it never being the same again. Grasping to find something concrete because I foolishly let it slip by at the moment in vain hopes to actually remember it. Remember the feeling. Yes, I do. Terrified of loosing it. I wish I could really explain why this means so much and is so important. And why it needs to be those dates, those moments, my vantage point.



Life breathed at me. Into me. Intoxicating. Intoxicated.




The only real solid[arity] left. And I just must see
it every breathing moment.


Fallen under the spell, and there is no where I'd rather be.