a cycle ends
as the light dims and
voices fall quiet

we endure the twilight
only to find
the cycle begins again


I felt like passing out the moment I arrived home from school, this new schedule is killing me

The words came into mind,
to search for something he's meant to find.
His sentence had been set in stone,
all that he loved—he loved alone.


I'm back in the dorm now, it feels odd being back. School starts tomorrow and I'm honestly just tired already, I will focus on not getting burnt out.

He could feel his chest pounding,
his heart—with bedridden love,
his mind was left searching,
for constellations hidden above.


I'm going back to the dorm tomorrow, my mind is racing at an insane speed right now. I should get some sleep.

Her dreary song touches the ends of the seas,
haunting those who listen for a moment longer,
lingering in their heads—
wishing for it to cease.


I can feel my anxiety slowly building up again.
I need to stop taking photos of the sky.

Its name was called,
out of many, out of sight.
The blue hues calmed them on their journey,
as they beckon for a new home.


It was a tiring day today, I think I miss being in my dorm. 
I hope everything works out this year.

She felt its warm breeze, her eyes closed,
as she listened for any imperfections,
but she found none as the umbral chorus faded into naught.
She could feel the shades begin to change.

Brighter notes and melodies filled the air.
A new symphony had begun.


I stayed up and took this photo at around six in the morning, and ended up sleeping for most of the day. I could hear it raining outside... it was nice.