Restless nightmares of my father's head in my hands violently terrify me, so, I had developed a bad habit of not properly sleeping. Instead, I lingered operatively awake, listening to music and painting my fears away at the witching hour. After, I would hang them on the walls of my art studio. The sun had risen with its beautiful glare bursting through the windows. I slowly packed my portraits and empty canvases with hesitation to throw them away or keep my morbid sketches I called, Deadies. My grandmother, my mother, and I had been packing for hours while the sun beams weigh heavily on our skin. I will miss Kyoto, Japan. I will miss all of my friends... But, as everyone's
Last Updated : 2020-07-23
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