Never Underestimate The Intuition Of A Writer. Or, I Should Say, Never Underestimate The Intuition Of

maybe in another life

We kill others to save our own skin - that’s the way of the world, isn’t it?

Dazai Osamu, “Run, Melos!” from Crackling Mountain and Other Stories

“Trust yourself. You have survived a lot. And you will survive whatever is coming.”

— Unknown

"I think in the end all I really wanted was for you to see how much I could have loved you."

— excerpt from the collection dyingful by akhira

You created a shadowy abomination forged in the depths of night.

It created wars, heartache and pain.

Beneath this fearsome exterior lies an unexpected longing—an ache for peace,

as if this existence has been cursed by the very chaos it was born into.

To roam the endless depths, never resting, never finding solace.

It seeks the one thing it can never find: stillness.

Its heart is a void, a perpetual longing that can never be filled, yet it continues its journey with grace, hoping that someday, perhaps, it will encounter a place where it can lay down its burdens and find the peace it so desperately craves.

In the emptiness of the abyss, the Calmatus remains—forever searching, forever yearning.

Its existence is a testament to the struggle for inner peace I like to think.

Happy 16th Anniversary 🌸 I’ll always love Hakuouki!

─ Violet Trefusis

My Dazai EDITING Skills

@lyricaldreamerism

I had too much free time while also daydreaming about him.

@lyricaldreamerism