

Nothing to add these days.....
It's morning. When you wake up, it will be a new day. (...) Something... feels different. It's like, I don't know. There are all these tiny details.. And it's almost disgusting... how clearly... I can... see them.
They weren't freshly baked, but because they'd been in her pocket, they were warm. It melted sweetly in my tear-filled mouth, and it felt so delicious I started crying again.
I thought there wasn't a role I couldn't play. And yet, he says that there's no love in my eyes.
Across the world
most fickle I've found,
a mountain's weather
and a little weasel crowned
