it is the light that gives an angel his purpose. and as the last trickle in me is chased away, where does that leave me?

a broken vessel that houses nothing but shame, blinding emptiness, and-

something.

a touch. a glance. the smell of flowers in full bloom.

a mirage of something that is just barely, but enough for me to hold onto as i plunge into an endless cataclysm.

completely rewrote this chapter please try to not be confused lol