Angel

Under the livid moon and stardust sky, I hold on my phantoms. My grasp is stout like my life depends on them, so I stand still and bare the zephyr ghosting on my skin. I let the icy touches send shrills of excitement as I bask in the heat of my phantoms. My wish lies on one of those.

-Come and read the proses I wrote under the stardust sky. Together let us live in the different colors of our phantoms: Be it passionate, livid, yearning, and more.-