sophialise:

Once upon a time, a fairytale ended.

The lightning flashes outside the window illuminating the trees and swinging branches and displaying the instability of the world beyond the four walls. A young boy sits with his knees drawn to his chest in front of his door, his eyes squeezed tight and his…

This is so incredible, Sophie.

sophialise:

Each day is filled with hours, each hour, seconds. And each day I find myself merely counting the seconds that always, no matter what, go 1, 2, 3…Never out of order, never in a different meaning, never truly different than the second before.

And I always, instead of ignoring them and observing…