The Cursed Sea

We’re all the center of our own world. There’s always something else on the horizon if we keep walking.”

I feel like everywhere is home. Everywhere and nowhere sometimes.

Chance and luck are meaningless. I only care about what is, and what will be

I look at you and I see a girl who’s made of secrets

he saw how small she could be. He saw that she was just skin and muscle and organs. She was pieces that could fail, or be destroyed, or drowned

Memories made dreams cruel, and waking hours harder still