excuse grammatical, spelling or whatever else mistakes if you spot them these have not been edited or proof read. Anyways, my exposure therapy to taking myself and my writing less seriously...

warping his words around them. in the wise words of caitlyn siehl ''the first poem i wrote that wasn't about you, was still about you.'' its not only a metaphor in his writing but one for his life.

thank you for reading <3

yellow is dazai, verlaine is red and the sheep are blue!!

this piece is a reflection of chuuya's denial in how these significant people in their life and their absence has affected them. he believes his poetry is ignorant to them and yet he narrates only regarding them—