I slipped in the salt water and hit my head on the Stockholm shore line - a poem for my travelling boyfriend
- Damn it! I'm late! I'm running to the library, one hand on the strap of the backpack dangling from my shoulder, and the other holding a cup of coffee.
He is the most beautiful one among the crowd of people. On his face lays a black mask, which gently complements his features. I can see two beautiful green eyes, gazing underneath it. He is wearing a...
Wafting through thick clouds, the silvery moon beamed down upon the throngs of people bustling along Shijo Street, Kyoto's main commercial avenue. Although it was still only early evening, massive cro...
Daisuke watched uneasily as the man before him, hands shaking, poured himself some more sake. Although the pair were drinking in a humble brewery in one of Kyoto's seedier districts, it was still a ma...
I slipped in the salt water and hit my head on the Stockholm shore line - a poem for my travelling boyfriend
- Damn it! I'm late! I'm running to the library, one hand on the strap of the backpack dangling from my shoulder, and the other holding a cup of coffee.
He is the most beautiful one among the crowd of people. On his face lays a black mask, which gently complements his features. I can see two beautiful green eyes, gazing underneath it. He is wearing a...
Wafting through thick clouds, the silvery moon beamed down upon the throngs of people bustling along Shijo Street, Kyoto's main commercial avenue. Although it was still only early evening, massive cro...
Daisuke watched uneasily as the man before him, hands shaking, poured himself some more sake. Although the pair were drinking in a humble brewery in one of Kyoto's seedier districts, it was still a ma...