[Well.]

[That was quite a night.]

                 [Sure is getting boring around here, considering i only wrote this dingy warehouse ****** scene into canon.]




[You know what?]

[***** it, let’s write something while X is asleep.]

Afternoon

the       cold       autumn      air      feels      like       it      ‘BURNS’
        gently strokes my skin
the brisk, autumn air
very
      very
           lightly
    smells of
petrichor ‘and decay’

the partly cloudy sky bears
‘6’

     light
‘cardinal red’
drops
                that gently rest on my face
‘they burn’

this feeling

       its so ‘horrible’



[Oh great. looks like she wasn’t asleep.]

[She was learning.]