All I remember was someone watching.
And this is something even I can recognize! Peonies!
...right?
This reality will hit you in the face, whether you want it or not.
I don't think it is possible to ignore it.
by sashaelage
As well as I was the one who watched.
Always.
Something was taken. I don't know what and when, but there is still emptiness.
Is it still hungry?
Comming home, I'm looking at the red lights through glass of empty wooden box that used to be something else.
Smell of leaves fills the air.
I don't like this part of city (because it was a hell to navigate when I worked at delivery), but I love what people do with imposing architecture.
Winter.
I don't quite remember what happened.
distant memories, dreams of buildings and trees from past and future alike, wandering around empty streets, looking at the shadows.
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