on leaving
what if i love you more than anything in this lifetime? what if i love you with the passion of a thousand suns in their dying breath? what if i'd let myself ruined by an extinguished flame if your love was to gain? what if i call for you a thousand times? it doesn't mean you'll come
balthazar, losers \\ fatima aamer bilal \\ trista mateer \\ unknown \\ unknown\\ jan heller levi
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’
[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]