I want the clock's hand in a spiderweb
Existential questions at the border of a bridge.
“Welcome to the Neotheatre, won’t everybody take their seats?”
And I will be the first in line to take a bite from your peach.
A very short story about a girl whose life is surrounded by a piano and struggles to find confidence in herself.
(This is my first time posting btw)
(honestly, my fave)
A short poem dedicated to the peach tree in my backyard at home!