

Because You are Lonely因为你孤单Because You are Lonely
经过一时,一百的白天 度过千万的黑夜,你抬头望着乌云密布的天空
今晚月亮又没有出现陪着你。床前无月光,低头只能看到无边的黑。
你手握着电话,一时又&


The End of the DayShe's gone. She got into the car with all her bags and left, leaving me here by myself with my two other pals.The End of the Day
I've no idea where she's going. She's not wearing her uniform, so it's not school. I have a bad feeling that it's the airport. Why would she have so many bags otherwise? I don't want her to go! I told her so as I sat on her suitcase yesterday. But I guess she didn't really understand what I was saying. She hardly does.
And so the day begins for me. Now all I have to do it to wait for her to come back. Maybe I'll sit by the door when I hear the gate open. Just in case it's her and she needs help with anything
Protecting Baby
Sleeping Baby
Eye Creature
Janey's Crane

Cold TeaThe dregs remain in the bottom of the cup Remnants of week-old tea clinging tightly to memories of warm white porcelain slowly gathering dust as the light fades to the end of the day-Cold Tea
again.
The end of a good thing of the subtle aroma of tea, and sweet white crystals hanging off the edge of the spoon diving into the depths of Earl Grey.
As the tea slowly drains away, leaving golden rings in its wake, other less obvious things are left behind- hiding, holding on to each other, little clusters of dark tea leaves.
Weak, dried up
We Are Legion...
Sennen Hakushaku
Sidewalk Angel
Sleepless
This Smile...
Sennen Hakushaku WIP
Stressed Rabbit
ACE factory of doom
Just a bit of writing

For a Fleeting MomentJust for that moment. I understood myself.For a Fleeting Moment
I crave solitude. To be alone with my thoughts. To have the time to sort things out in my mind. The impossibility of such a thing happening. There isn't any time. There is everything else that is always demanding demanding demanding. And then, you forget yourself in the middle of it all. You forget who and what and why and how.
Yet the realization of having to do something alone is there. Fear swells up like a balloon and goes on like it will never end. A big, black balloon made of lead. Slowly, it floats up and hits the heart, then sinks into the


on one hand, n then the otherthe thought won't go away. along with all the others that only appear at night for a short while before my mind finally sends itself off to sleep.on one hand, n then the other
i don't know whether it is normal because i never have anything to compare with. because i never talk about with anyone.. who knows.. much of what i think cannot make sense in words anyway. it sounds stupid when it comes out. but i try anyway.
lately, ive been noticing more and more that i feel like two people at the same time. two total opposites living in the same shell, sitting on a see-saw. everything becomes a freaking tussle. i guess the negative side has been too us
Jester
Swirls and Colours
Chains