December “ Fluffy "

illustration and text: shiika

I didn't think I cared at all.
But still, there are some things that bother me.
I feel like my heart is fluttering and my heart is pounding.
When I burn my tongue on hot, bitter coffee, I remember that I have a sensitive tongue.

The muffled sounds of snowy days sound like mumbling conversation.

Suddenly I want to hug you,
Like the warmth of a fluffy cat.
Or embarrassing dreams from the past.

But why does my heart feel so tight?
It must be heartbreaking.

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Somewhere in Her Room

“She” is here and she can go anywhere.
A depiction of everyday life coloured by design and records.

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