Lemongrass
The scent of homesickness for somewhere that isn't home. © 2018, adriana
❝ A stranger broke into my house and I think she watches me sleep every night.❞ a thriller short story. ©-chimeraki 2017
the impulse of my thoughts, glowing againts the blanket of stars. [lowercase intended; thoughts in the form of poetry]
"why are you back again?" "donut worry about that." "..." "..." "did you just-" "yup." #9 in short story [081217]