Juvenile Archive

I was sixteen when it happened. When I went to bed, it already felt like a dream - somehow surreal, unsettling. Everything felt out of...

Dear Mikaru, There hasn't passed a day when I haven't thought about you. I'm still trying to get used to the dirty air around here. It...

the space between fantasy and reality is where a dreamy haze clouds perception silky hues of darkness and glitter illuminate your vision...

He was prudent to my reckless self, Giving me hope for myself, I am not wrecked, but I am yet to be. The distance between us was more...