mh-unicorn

as if grief had never hollowed out my heart, caverns echoing with the memory of a laugh, as if despair had never stolen my voice until love whispered in my ear and I knew what mattered, to speak of knowing: there are things you will decide to protect yourself from, pain you must never relive, and some you must live and live again, no matter the cost

She was no longer midnight. With age comes disease. With disease comes new colors and lines. Colors and lines that no longer represent bright stars and dark painted skys. What was once beautiful black tresses that shined like aurora and glowed like    fireflies was now shaved off. Chopped and disposed and dead. What was once chocolate feisty glimmering eyes framed by long, perfectly  curved lashes was now a simple dull brown. Faded jewels. What was once a smooth pale creamy skin was now an old worn blanket draped  over bones muscles and skin. In her prime, she was midnight. The glory and beauty and danger of the darkness. She was no long