real

if being “real” is being cruel, then I’d rather not be real.

neighbors

we once met here. now we meet in the ground.

puzzle pieces

We fit.

walls

I won’t let them reach me.

Comfort

To be friends is to be each other’s comfort zone.

Ropes

what we used to have exists no longer.

Mask

you don’t understand anything but what I let you see.

temporary

seeing everyone in front of me reminds me of how alone I am.

walls

i use these secrets as a wall.

grey skies

grey skies reflect human endeavors to destroy everything in the process of attempting to be successful.