NatsuNoYuki

Accidental actions always allure the achiever's ally. But blunt babbles barely buffer this bully. Can cautious courtesy convey counterfeit composure? "Don't deny it." Everything eventually, even external expression, erodes. Fortune or farce, fate finagles. Geography gives a good gander to this greedy gravitation. "Honestly honey, I'm Just jaded." Kindness Lingers long after like laughter, like love. Must misgivings and mistrust muddle this miracle? "No never. No…" Only the overly obtuse object this ordinary occurrence. People perpetuate this paradox Quietly Restlessly Suspiciously 'Til time takes tolerance Under Vici

Where are you, cherry blossom? Are you somewhere happy now, still radiant as ever? If only you could see the campanulas and agrimonies that we have for you, we who you've left behind. I'm just a lowly bellflower. We're all lonely bellflowers when you're gone from our reach but never from our thoughts. See, because there your essence will always bloom. So I send this sprinkle of rosemary with this winged seed to the oak that you will always be in our memories, in our hearts. Hopefully they'll be like delphiniums and reach you in your garden.

Strangers Again Isn't it weird how I seem to always get all the greatest writing inspirations when I'm in the bathroom? Maybe because bathroom tasks are so mundane that my body just flows through the actions while the mind is left free to wander. It's free to drop off the worries and thoughts at the door, like I've just entered a threshold and I've entered a space where I can finally let my guard down, protected by cold tiles, safe behind a locked door. Maybe that's why I'm writing in the bathroom. You can almost see the thoughts bouncing off the walls. This is what they would say if they could organize themselves: We started off as strange

Crimson thread that sits around my pinky, why have you snapped? Was it 'fate' that forced you or were you listening to my darkest thoughts and insecurities? You snapped so quickly so it must have given you devilish ideas and heart-splitting joy in being no longer whole. Your once bright, slender form that cradled my affections now strangle at the pulse of my destiny. So were my feelings all a mistake? Is this broken red a solution? Will I submit myself to your delicate powers? I pick up your tethered end and compare it to your lifeless tail, still curled around my little finger. Reluctant seconds tick away as you slip slip sl