Friday Is Starting to Feel Like Friday Again
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Friday. School. Good mark. Tea. Four biscuits. Music. Hikari called about tomorrow.
Normality returns in tiny pieces.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.