se7enchance

Bottom of the Whirlpool


Crunch time shaped into white powder spheres. I hibernate as much as possible. Writing designated love letters to lost partners. I stock up on plain white candles to burn through the long nights. The burden of performance keeps me company while I watch the dripping code of the world outside my window.

11:22 a.m. - 2017-12-18

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