i've spent years in this place, longing to gravitate upwards. its only now that i start to see the sky on the ground.

she was like a dandelion waiting for the wind to take her spirit far away, but she had not developed her seeds and the wind had already passed lifetimes ago

can i walk you to the train station where we'll wait for our separate trains and leave this place alone once again?

movie

a girl in her dream wanders aimlessly with a tambourine in hand.
reluctantly waiting for the end when morning makes her tambourine
nonexistent.

light memory #3

there was this album that we used to listen to. it was an import and i forgot the name. sometimes i get the songs stuck in my head and i remember the heart shaped lamp on her wall next to her photos from home

light memory