It’s a little glum and a little teary.

It’s strange how she lost her words when she had so much to say. Her brain gushed thoughts that were almost there in the air. To be felt. Only to be felt. But no one feels, so they just became another...

Sometimes there's no time left.

Some dreams are better off just remaining dreams

No colors needed.

Aren't we all just disposable?

Saving yourself from the void.

A short story on growing up & life.