achluophobia
i woke up wanting the sun to shine in my eyes. i wanted the burning orange red to sear them and imprint memories of tracing bursts of fire. that way when i close my eyes, i still have light.
i woke up wanting the sun to shine in my eyes. i wanted the burning orange red to sear them and imprint memories of tracing bursts of fire. that way when i close my eyes, i still have light.