my melancholia creeps up on me. with absent words and absent hearts. all i hear are the trees rustling and the occasional deliveroo driver. im checking my phone every 30 minutes. asking to be distracted with a routine scroll. silence. my melancholia creeps up on me. a companion to my sadness. absent words and absent… Continue reading my melancholia
when they left, he was left with the kind of sadness that only teenagers could understand. an intense loneliness that crept up on him on his commute home from work. he found there was no way past it, he could wrap himself up a fantasy, in an imagined world brighter and quieter than the greyness… Continue reading when they left
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i can hear the cat scratching on my flatmate's door. her quiet 'meow's' are so pitiful, I can't help but open the door every hour to let her roam around my room. the house shakes every time a door is shut
hilary kwan 