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while these pieces are always deeply felt & emotionally resonant, not all of it is based solely on personal experiences.

[‏ً @writewithkai]

賑やかな東京: the first shinkansen ride takes me to the baby blue skies of tokyo. stranger faces become warped as the train buzzes through the hems of the capital, and i allow my mind to wander without an itinerary — but with a camera draped around my neck.

[☆nonymous @SincerelyCUE]

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⸝ 𝙹ULY 2ND, 2018 ⊂⊃
in TOKYO , JAPAN ... 🔗

꒰ 𝚂incerely 💭 C͟U͟E͟ ꒱
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[‏ً @writewithkai]

she will write about him until the feeling wears off, until he’s gone.

[‏ً @writewithkai]

prisoner.

do not fall for a writer, they said. for her words will mark you a hostage—encapsulated in each verse like a condemned prisoner without any means of escape for even if you dare to do so, you can never break free from her chains.

[‏ً @writewithkai]

she’ll write about him—over and over and over again. how his eyes mimicked the beauty of the moonlight, how his fingers felt around hers, how his words are so sweet, and how he’ll never come back—it’ll be her greatest downfall.

[‏ً @writewithkai]

but then again i’ve wasted too many years being sad and isolated that i’d rather learn all of these things regardless how ‘too late’ it might seem. i still get overly stressed and overwhelmed. sometimes, i feel like i want to die but at least, i’d think twice now because of them.

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i don’t know, its almost funny and sad at the same time whenever i catch myself acting like a child around my friends because i never got to properly act like one when i was younger.

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like at the end of the day, even if i am already at this age, i am still that child who had to endure so much pent-up emotions because i grew up in a home where being open isn’t normalized.

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i’ve been crying a lot recently because it’s sinking into me how bad my childhood was—that i had to actually learn how to love myself and be loved.

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it’s as if we had been separated at birth and reunited by fate. it’s as if we had known each other for lifetime.

i hope this little world we created together continue to be the same place where we could be ourselves.

and if not, i will forever be grateful.

[‏ً @writewithkai]

digital abyss.

on a cold friday night during november, i woke up with the same nightmare. a series of everything connected with the word alone became evident on its own—something i’ve always been sick of dreaming.

[‏ً @writewithkai]

days turned into weeks and into months—we shared similar interests. a good read and even a good sense of humor. and at times, a genuine appreciation for the small things this life could possibly offer.

a whirlwind of emotions, from laughters to tears and everything in between.

[‏ً @writewithkai]

everytime i try to clench my fist just to see how much tighter i could’ve held you back then, it felt like my fingernails would dig in too deep.

but you said half-baked remorse is as good as nothing. ね、いいでしょう?

[‏ً @writewithkai]

冬: i held his hand and all i felt were frozen feelings. i remember how he said he’ll go on a trip to somewhere unknown, it was on a warm sunday but his eyes were cold. he never came home and everyone told me he went to paradise.

[‏ً @writewithkai]

21:40 pm. i still keep your photo deep inside my drawer. i locked the closet in fear of finding you hiding yourself there. i look at the mirror and i see nothing but a reflection of your pale face.

and i don’t feel so well.