Hirona now felt the rain. Again, it fell in portions. The constant tapping was a symphony, movements directing the downpour. She walked slowly nonetheless. She was startled out of her thoughts by the loud crash of a pipe organ. It slammed with fury inside a church. The moonlight reflected off the windows, the painted on gods shimmering. The rain ( Read more... )

There are just colors for a little bit. I can't quite describe how the past days have felt. It's all been flashes of colors, clockwork of shades. Dried tears have closed my eyes, as well as the lack of will. Will he ever love me again ( Read more... )

Hirona felt covered. She was covered. Hot blankets surrounded her. She threw it all off her, sitting up in a cold sweat. What did this all mean? His hands hadn't felt the way they did in this dream. It all felt so forced on his and her part. Was this fake ( Read more... )

Hirona took a deep breath.
This isn't the end.

Hirona's eyes teared up before he could say anything. The woman backed off and quickly headed for the door, bumping rudely into Hirona. Her knees gave in, her falling to the floor in a mess of hair and wet tears. He looked uncertain, but kneeled beside her ( Read more... )

I watch you as you sleep ( Read more... )

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Come down from the heavens, oh desolate angel ( Read more... )

Night had fallen fast. She still walked around. The process itself lost meaning. She was just looking at the tall buildings that seemed to eat her up. Besides, they were all just shadows now. Hobos sat against brick walls, defeated and distant from what we call the world. She had wondered back to her own block, climbing the stairs slowly. She was ( Read more... )

Hirona woke up. She had a decision. Her eyes could either open and brave a day in her new world, or roll back in her head and close to the lullaby of hopelessness ( Read more... )