Yagato Mountain
\>Lowering your steaming mug onto the wooden desk, that now familiar sense of melancholy and apathy crept its way back in as you sat onto your chair once again, the glow of the computer screen reflecting in your pupils. \>Notifications and more...
Misty Morning
\>Dreams were always such lovely things, weren't they? \>There you were, amidst the fields of green and the winds of spring, sat below an old trees shade, filled with peace and bliss, the soft scent of strawberries in the air, the warmth of summer all...
A Rainy Day
\>Mondays were always the worst for you, and you learned to both love and hate them. \>It didn't help you couldn't sleep for shit to begin with. \>But the best talks were always late at night with your pals. \>The best shows were always at one am...