Is it the night that bothers you
Or the sun
For I could bring the both of them down
Just for you
-oama

seen from Japan
seen from United States
seen from Bulgaria
seen from Germany

seen from India
seen from China
seen from China

seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Georgia
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from China
seen from China
Is it the night that bothers you
Or the sun
For I could bring the both of them down
Just for you
-oama
🌙 The voice of your destiny is calling
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Reminisce on the 90's with this nostalgic Sailor Moon zine on August 22.
Only A Memory Away 🌙
A 90's Nostalgic Sailor Moon fanzine
Content Restrictions and Requirements
Rating: SFW, PG
Canon Compliant. Sailor Moon takes place in 1992 which is a determining factor in our 90's nostalgia theme
All Sailor Moon Series and official spin offs can be referenced.
Shipping: Only canon ships are allowed. Any crushes can be mentioned as well.
Theme: 90's Nostalgia; zine pieces should showcase things that are nostalgic to the 90's from technology, toys, and color palettes.
December 31
I sleep tonight
With a knowing smile
For it's my first time living tomorrow,
And my alarm will go off the same
Time it went off this day
And I hope a little more today
To hate a little less
The same sound from yesterday.
-oama
Good Morning
A poem with only a title
A head with only a thought
A feeling left incomplete
A battle never fought.
A road still dusty and potholed
The sun - a round red-yellow blob
Stones left turned and unturned
A huge traffic and a still stuck bus.
Amongst still air and stale breath
Knees bent and head tilts
Ice feet and a story left unread -
Lives a hug that never ends.
-oama
It's nothing really - switching the lights off before I leave, making sure nothing electric is on before locking my door. I have known this since the day I became sentient; since the day I found free will and what happens when one has too much of it; since the day I took my first step as a bipedal.
And yet.
As I walk through my now darkened room - I think of you.
-oama