◊ ⿻ ℒu̻k̻e̻ ℛo̻b̻e̻r̻t̻ ℋe̻m̻m̻i̻n̻g̻s̻ ✲❙ ❛A Letter That Will Never Reach You❜
★
i.pinimg.com/originals/a3/7c/dd/a37cddc0c83ffa56cabbb243b4f44ea9.gif ★
ℇverything has already been divided—the stars, the sun, the moon. I come to you with my head bowed,
terribly ashamed for I have nothing left to offer you; everything has already been divided and given away. And...
these words—foreign suns— and the bare trees, and your longing, are so sorrowful, so despairing, because this
letter will never reach you, because I will search for you everywhere once more, [...] because I will remember you
everywhere once more, walking the same streets with my head bowed, because I am a lover who is terribly late,
because I have nothing left to offer you, since everything has already been divided and given away. ˇ ≡ ̤W̤o̤r̤s̤h̤i̤p̤e̤r̤.
— ℐune | 2024
