lux aeterna

it’s amazing, the way your mind perceives someone months after they’ve left you. You’ve been forced to fool your mind into thinking they’ve turned into someone completely different than the one you knew, and so you create a new aura. For your own sake. One that somehow conceals the bliss you once traced in each line of their face, and rewrites them into something undesirable. Something tainted. Something that almost runs beneath your line of sight, because somehow, they’re no longer there. As if they’re forevermore something that you will avoid stumbling and falling into once more.