duplicity, unforgiven. stop using those words, i don't know what they mean. [02/04/868]

by a diatonic degree of separation, i found you shrouded in the clouds you collected rainwater from. 

you were whispering goodnight to the ground, as you always do. i found your crystals, stabbing through the dirt, shining in the sun. i let you drift back to me at your will. 

of course you found me. i told you to.