#ennaletters

[amadlass]

I remember writing, I remember the words, I fully remember the sensations in my fingers on how they move, slide, glide across the screen and pen and paper. I want to cherish those I remember for now because I know I’ll forget again, keep reminding me, so I’ll never forget even when i keep forgetting.

—Adeline Weathers, Enna Letters; she is back

[amadlass]

12:47 am

Butter meows as he scatter around the room, trashing and tossing everything away. The room was still intact so I'm alright, in bed, bored, tired and lonely feelings adept, the rain purring in my ears as the sound of Butter's claws hit the wooden surface and up the wall and to the window where he'd go away again. I don't know what to think about, feel out loud, I can't sing, I can't do anything, just staring blankly at the phone while typing nonesensical things. Then I remembered him... I seem to have started the thoughts again since that call... I can't seem to want to make it go away either.

—Enna Letters