Monday, 20 April 2015


Who reads these,
The memories that run,
From my hands,
My fingers that turn,
Deftly weave,
How was your day?
I did this today,
And met so-and-so,
You never take the time to know me,
Who am I,
This girl who hides behind,
A metal shell,
Connecting to the world,
From behind tiny screens,
And glossy black letters,
Yet afraid,
Always in wait,
Lie still,
They won't find you here,
The lull is real,
The quiet is real,
The loneliness,
It is also real.

~Rei Shiori

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