“Red becomes the only thing that makes sense—the only color you can feel.”
Source: Salt & Flame: A collection for the ones who endured the burn—and chose to stay.
“Red becomes the only thing that makes sense—the only color you can feel.”
“I’m a wisher, whispering “This life—it’s no longer mine.”
“The pain has no ceiling. And now, you’re passing it on—one breath at a time”