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𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚗;
𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐, 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗.
𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎-𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛.
𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒'𝚖 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗g
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎.

𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝,
𝚒'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢.
𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝.
𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛

𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚎;
𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐, 𝚖𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛.
𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒 𝚊𝚖
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚊𝚜,
𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎.

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