Keirrasaoshima Stories

She's sane. In a mad way. [blurred lines]

Hear me out, please.

She was asked where to look. [blurred lines]

Jean's apology letter.

You are invited.

Almost always alone.

It was supposed to be a poem, A thank you and appreciation kind of poem. But I probably forgot that in the middle, So I end up blabbing for curious people. *grins*

The first time I saw her...

because words have weight.