would seem selfish
if i was not already empty.
i rattle bones
and hear an orchestra.
living and dying
are often irrelevant.
the intrepid unknown,
i sleep
along train tracks
and feel very much alive.
—  poeticallyordinary, intrepid unknown.

Happy belated birthday @dracoqueen22 !!!!!!!!!

I hope this year is super great for you and you get to accomplish everything you set your goals on and that all the good things happen to you because you deserve all the happiness in the world!!! <3 <3 <3

This is a mirror image to this pic (color version by @krinsyn), a scene from this fic here by @dracoqueen22 (mind the rating and tags and so forth)

my heart has been set free from the cage it was previously locked in and my god, let me tell you, walking away from what destroyed you, feels so good. see, it took so long. so much valiant effort. so much pain. the cage was stained red with my blood. i tried to shrink myself down, fit through the lock, squeeze my way out. i tried everything possible and it never worked. i would rattle the bars until my hands were numb, id scream and beg for help and gave up when my voice left me along with my happiness. until one day i sang the song my heart had been dying to sing for so long. the truth. and it set me free. i expressed how i felt, i screamed about my heartbreak, i felt the pain, i cried it all out. and the cage is no longer restraining, but merely a fading image of what i once was confined in. i am free to fly now. and i have flown so far away that happiness comes far easier to me now and it feel so good. letting go feels so damn good.