#writtingaesthetic

[raven-bluelily]

I can never imagine myself in these places with company ...

I always imagine it simply free so I can feel it.

it seems that here i could dine with historical ghosts of old houses with secret gardens, escape from something between these bridges, or find some magical object in this house given to me by someone who knows that i am more than i really think i am ...

that in this case (real life), I would like to be ...

[raven-bluelily]

Can you hear? the city is sleeping.

Or maybe the sounds were amazed ...

I think it is because it is the Empty Hour, the fastest and the slowest hour. Slow for those in it, and fast in their memory ...

- Are you talking out loud ...

I know! but it doesn't matter ... it's the Empty Hour. feel, it’s as if every thing and person has been involved in some barrier, or as if we’re underwater, when you feel the sounds and know they’re there, but don’t hear them, they’re not on our frequency, and we don’t we are in theirs ... they are slow and hollow, just as we are for them.

- They look sad ...

They are not, I mean, not all I think.

Well, the sounds are coming back ... I think it's over. See you until Empty Hour ... and ... whoever was speaking.

- Until later.