Crywolf - Quantum Immortality

Subscribe: Photo By: Dustin Hollywood It’s a slow sort of death, I think. I’m trying to hold your particles, but my clumsy hands are too big. Watching you erode, but not in peace. A slow burn, a steady breath, escaping your painted lips. You look into my eyes longingly. Frantically. Panicked. In a moment, I realize you never learned how to let the air back in. It’s a slow sort of death, I think… but we are all dying, aren’t we? Can’t we just figure out a way to