infinitelyinfinite3

infinitelyinfinite3

MT

18 years old

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  • Pieces

    The best, and possibly, the first thing — or, at least, the first thing I remember, anyway— that my mother ever told me, her arms wrapped around my small body, black hair glinting in the firelight, was, "Your heart is not a cond

  • Keep On

    I walk, silent, my fingers sliding across the moist bark, knuckles brushing soft moss, the pads of my feet just barely making a sound against the leaves blown across the ground.

    My back aches. My knees creak.

    I keep on.