6:11 PM, humid.

It was a mess.

There were thousands of words, spoken in various strings of melodies, all uttered together at once, creating a disturbing buzz in sync.

The small place filled with people passing by like a dark flash of rainbows, swiped the dusts off of the ground with their soles and heels as they move in a hurry, creating puffs of white among those tocks and thumps.

"Holy, and it's still Monday!" I lifted my chin up a little, only to see where the words came from.

Didn't figure it out in the end, but I answered him back in murmurs, "Same."

Amber

She was there, blocking the window, her silhouette looked like it was glowing while the sun behind her began to kiss the day goodbye. "Isn't it beautiful?" She asked. That was when I realized, she came to watch nothing.

She was the view.

The Fox and the Prince

So we didn't talk that night, we didn't want to make things worse than they already were. But among those comfortable silences, I knew. That I've tamed you and I'm forever responsible for what I've tamed.

I regret nothing.