We were two souls lost in the darkness and talking to each other throughout it was slowly tethering us together. We were building the foundations of our world. Where no one could find us and only those we allowed could enter. We wrapped ourselves in a bubble of fantasy and insanity and we felt home. We weren’t religious, but we created a god and worshipped at each other’s feet.
Neither of us knew logically, but we both felt it. We needed each other and the only reason we could give was that something inside of us became chaotic at the thought of losing the other.
His roots became my bones and I didn’t realize it until we both began to wilt.
Because the whole time, we had just been falling up.
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Tiffany Fairfield
I’m 27 and have absolutely no clue what I’m doing at any given point. Kind of still trying to figure it out. But writing helps so there’s that I guess.
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