631 – An instant
Joy, pain.
Life, death.
• • •
Joy, pain.
Life, death.
Numb hands rubbed in the darkness
She didn’t know the day her dreams had died.
I never really liked the color blue. Not for any particular reason, it just feels…wrong.
The man was nothing but a blur among the shadows of the garden.
Delicate wings
Of silk kimonos,
Flutter
In the autumn breeze.
He had spent several hours sitting alone at the café, lost in his own thoughts.
“You want the long answer or the short answer?”
“– That’s IT!? That’s all I get!?”
The rain
Keeps dancing
On the windowsill.