Some sacred thing to help me handle the tragedy.: Nobody, not even the rain..

ashesofembers:

I know that someday you’ll be sleeping darling, likely dreaming off the pain. I hope you’ll hear me in the street lights humming, softly breathing out your name. I know that even with the seams stitched tightly darling, scars will remain. I say we scrape them from each other darling, and let then…