#16. flower patterns

#16. flower patterns

*Trigger warning: suicidal attempt What’s that on his wrist? I ask Becky as the three of us advanced further and further in the spring forest. Oh, that? You don’t know that? It’s a flower pattern. I look at the thin line that is more similar to a scar than a flower pattern to me and […]

#12. better days

#12. better days

We continue on our little journey. Becky has now walked beside me as the White Misty Thingy’s misty hand held onto mine. The same thin and long fingers with a soft touch of skin that now has turned cold. A spring rain comes pouring over us and little wildflowers are blooming everywhere. Say, will he […]

#the man who went out in the night

#the man who went out in the night

We never talk about the man who went out in the night, You start the discussion – the one discussion that I never think you would start. I guess the word ‘never’ is a fickle word – a frivolous player who enjoys deceiving young girls’ hearts – but never mind. Do you want to talk […]

#8. take the pills, honey, take the pills

#8. take the pills, honey, take the pills

We walk through the forest at the pace of a snail who is trying his hardest to cross the road before the next car could hit him. But it still hits him in the end. Say, I talk to the cat. I would look down at her, but with an unreasonable fear for her sarcastic […]

#7. hello darkness, my old friend

#7. hello darkness, my old friend

You sure there’s nothing wrong with that white misty thingy, eh? Why? What’s wrong with that white misty thingy? And furthermore, the Misty Thingy has a nicer name than the Misty Thingy, you know. The fat cat walks idly on a dark, earthy trail leading to an even darker forest. The closer we get to […]