hiatus

athxnes:

i. there’s something about addictions. to you, freedom as a break to the prison of reality, to them, a prison by itself. but who wouldn’t want to drown out the lingering echoes of screaming that are trapped, like you, in the maze?

Daedalus: “you can escape. let me help you.”

ii. you can be warned a thousand times and care a thousand less. heeding warnings is not a skill that can be trained, not like building a labyrinth, though they claim otherwise. they do not know what is best for you, you think.

Daedalus: “be careful. not too high or too low.”

iii. the ecstasy and release is incomprehensible to them, but is everything to you. the rush is like wild wind through your hair and the sun, almost, in your grasp as the world falls below your outstretched arms.

Icarus: “why do you care?”

iv. addictions catch up to you as you leave pieces of yourself behind. eventually it feels like sunburns on your back coated with melting wax and gravity falling in your stomach. the crash tastes of bitter sea water.

Icarus: “worth it.”