⭕🗝️ it/its | system | artist | marionette | eternal little sibling
❌ 18+ extreme content, fauxcest, gore
🌠 A star dyed in the crimson of our Love
🕯️ This is a Shrine for our Sacred Promise
💖 @fleurprismatique.bsky.social is my Eternal Soulmate and Owner
A waxy uncanny facade covers everything
Like melted plastic figures trying to convince you that it is alive and real
Yet if I was to encounter that very thing, I would agree that it is more real than that which surrounds me
There is a comfort in the inanimate
In objects
The sensations float freely within my mind
But the words to express them remains firmly dormant
A voice without expression
All of the depth and meaning of a single full-stop
A doomsday clock paid no attention
Midnight struck long ago
Yet here we are wallowing in the ashes
At least I can watch the approaching fire on the horizon with you
Our lovely sunrise
My paint and hue is prose yet feels hollow still
Mayhaps only in passing does one's words ring resonant
Yet still will I continue to chronicle my feelings true
I only hope they resonant with you
it constricts my throat and chokes me till i can no longer utter even a breath
holding my body as still as possible
for even the smallest tremble of mine
will surely bring ruin to this beautiful painting that is displayed before me
unless something specifically reminds me of something, its like all my memories are inaccessible. when a memory is triggered i'll only see a snapshot of it and it feels more like something someone has told me about, rather than my own memory x_x;;
A ghost fading in and out of existence. I am a fleeting, passing thought.
I can't remember the last time I felt the ground on my feet. I don't remember the last time I felt the crisp breeze upon my skin.
Falling deeper into an oblivion that is becoming more like a home than reality ever was.
That Light stays safe deep within the Dream
Where the echoes of nightmares are unable to reach
We'll play together in the sun with no worries on our mind
As it always should have been