here's smth i wrote a few days ago
her eyes are a midnight-blue ocean draped in delicate skin, her lashes swaying like its lively coral reefs under invisible wind. Around them, movement blurs into silk, as if the momeny is being remembered instead of lived. that eye is too afraid to close, fearing that the flowers of smoke, the nine-tailed fox of moonlight, the rain soaked roses might vanish fprever. and so, it holds a piece of the night within, like a mystery too fragile to survive morning.
-(pls suggest a pen name that i can use, im very indecisive.)
