(🗝 WISHES OF BUTTERFLIES, FLY THROUGH THE MOON AND NEVER BACK).
Every phrase vomited is an undelivered love letter that hopefully can be uncovered in every existence. Tenderness, growing like a curse, makes every soul who holds it question whether it is better to have the right person at the wrong time, or the wrong person at the right time? But what if there is a soul who is being both of them? Regardless of how swift the trial to escape, the memories still haunt despite any timeline. Instead, just try to move on the dance floor, follow the rhythm, and embrace the truth that you will always be impeded at that moment.
PATHS OF THE UNIVERSES, @EVERSIGN.
