#name as

[bardstardish]

Nyanda

no

you

are

not

doing

anything

[babykabocha]

olivia for the name aesthetics? i miss u darling

a sunlit terrace, wine by your elbow. your lips leave a print on the glass. you thumb through the dog-eared book in your hand, there is music that starts from nothing, and floats on the wind; you dream of the girl once, when the night is dark but full of stars, and she reaches out to you, but you do not take her hand. you dream of the moon-girl again and- the night is full-moon bright- the stars are bright again when you reach out to her; static-fuzzy video calls across an ocean, i miss you, how are you, i’m thinking of you, messages you tuck into your elbow, the clasp of your palms, dandelion wishes you blow out into the wind, in hopes that they find you.