i’ve been treated so wrong

[12/08/19: early hours of the morning after this.]

It’s almost unnoticeable, a gentle brush against the ether, little more than loose petals blowing in a soft breeze, carrying with them a weak presence that can be so easily missed in the confusion of the night. The cry is wordless, directionless, sobs catching on little spots of pain before they can become fully fledged, fear and hurt winding through the connection, a bewildered lack of understanding of all the chaos.

( i need; the darkness; the sweetness; the sadness; the weakness; oh i need this )