Our Bloody Pearl

Trust is a funny thing; half logic, half nonsense.

If many soft waves tear through big rocks, then many weak fists break strong hearts. But many small smiles piece them back together again.

Maybe pain is better than emptiness

I tighten my grip. Even if I had my freedom in reach, I couldn’t eat him, not while he’s like this, crying the same words that are on my lips, mangling them with his human tongue. In

tighten my grip. Even if I had my freedom in reach, I couldn’t eat him, not while he’s like this, crying the same words that are on my lips, mangling them with his human tongue

It’s a language where you sing your soul bare, where words are concepts you define with your whole being.