Intricacies
We look up at the same sky and we see the same thing and suddenly, it's not so lonely anymore.
We look up at the same sky and we see the same thing and suddenly, it's not so lonely anymore.
In which two insomniacs bond over mutual dark eye circles and that feeling of emptiness that occurs right around the 4am point. [#34 short story]
Shunkan is a moment. A moment in time. Second poetry collection. #495 in Poetry (April 13, 2016)
A bunch of little things that I write as I observe my surroundings. With my ears. With my eyes. As well as random ideas that sprout into my head. For future stories, perhaps. Cover creds: original picture - pixiv editing - @HirondelleMeirie (Thank you so much!)
“i give a fuck. i give a lot of fucks, actually. i'm a prostitute of feelings.”