I have recently been obsessed with world building.

Specifically, the part where you make up new creatures.

I hope to finish making a fully functional ecosystem and move on to actually building the world.

might post my poems in this template from now on

Dark is the night I spend away from you. Each tick on the clock, a signal for pain.

The stars have gone, yet their weight I feel in my chest. Will I ever reach the moon, I wonder.

poor abandoned birb

こんにちは、皆さん！

僕は日本語を勉強してる。誰か一緒に話しませんか

会話が上手になりたいので

My soul aches as it watches its own body unwilling to do what it wants.

Why does the body disobey? Does it take its orders from the rebellious heart?