These are thoughts born under the moon's glow; when sheep has run out, and sleep's a child playing hide and seek with the mind. Some moonlit verses from a pillow-hugging girl.

❝ My thoughts are stars I could not fathom into constellations. ❞

Okey, I wrote these long time ago but I never really had the motivation or guts to publish it and here I am publishing it finally. Cheers for that! To be honest , I'm not much of a writer but I try and sincere apologies if some of these does not make sense to you, I just write whatever comes in my mind. Hehe Overall, I still hope that you guys will like it somehow and I hope I can bring some more works out in future. Thanks for stopping by ^^

for the guy i see every so often but i'm too shy to talk to

❝The most rebellious people in society are the dreamers; for their minds are capable of creating incredibly beautiful and impossible concoctions. And those single thoughts alone have the ability to reconstruct anything.❞ Alice is nearing graduation and the stress is pushing her to breaking point. So, in a spontaneous decision to run away, she finds herself in the circus tent at a carnival two towns away. What better way to distract herself than speculating upon an entertaining show of optical illusions?

"Why jump?" "Do you know what another word for 'autumn' is?" she asked. He stayed silent. "Fall."