by Tea Solon thoseempty bulletshellsthrowthem away.there’sno needto collectthem toremindyourself ofthe fallthe fallen.each hollow shellrepresentsa persona family peta homea dreamthat in a splitsecondturned to ash.your mindwill never forgetthe collapseof yourwhole world,my love.your throesare imprintedeternallydown tothe cellular levelof yourbeautiful soul, my love.pick upyour piecesinsteadand live onfor as long asyou breatheall lovesthat wentahead ofyou. they alllive, too. throughyou, my …







