your hands were so soft against my skin
and i felt
for that second
like the odds were in my favor

the strange thing about being happy
is that you forget how sadness affects you
and you believe
you’ll never have to be on your knees
ever
again

but sadness is not a state
if you’re like me
if you’re like us

sadness is the whisper of the night
and you can’t escape the darkness
you’ll hear it wherever you are
and you’ll fear it
no matter how fearless you’ve become

you can forever touch me
it won’t matter
my lover
my friend
i belong to the moon

— the place i call home, Ana Furlanetto. (via salt-waterroom)
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