All writings are my own, unless explicitly stated otherwise. It is so hard to leave until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world. Is 2016 even real? Click t.

Too different yet so same! December 5, 2016. I am drowning in the grimy woods, Staring at the crimson pool, Astonished by the natures goods. And you are walking on the limped water floor, Gazing at the mackerel clouds, Willful enough to not grab the boat and oar. I will fall asleep hoping to meet you in my dreams! October 31, 2016. I will always long for your lullabies making me sleep peacefully. I will always miss our long talks about everything and anything. I can wait for an .