Zero Requiem

@airaishi
aira | 03/31 | caelureaphile | semi-hiatus | pale | aesthetic | blue | code geass

When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered…the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls…bearing resiliently, on tiny and almost impalpable drops of their essence, the immense edifice of memory.

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Before the future comes completely undone, caught in a pit of solitude somebody set for me,
Think back on who I am, my full, vivid self

Don’t forget me, don’t forget me, don’t forget me, don’t forget me.