Literature
Coffee ::Frerard::
For Kaii-chan
He doesnt have any ideas today. Its just a day where instead of the inside of his head being a limitless, immaculate blue that extends towards infinite space, its just grey. The kind of grey that must come because without it, that beautiful, endless sky would mean hardly anything at all. And its not that it hurts, but just that it is dull and his ideas are behind that grey- the grey that seems so thin that it is as if a membrane of dullness was stretched over where his ideas used to be. And, he wasnt going to admit this to anyone but himself, he really didnt like the way he looked on that d