akira

they have only known cages. and they are awake and asleep at night. they are not looking to lead a normal life; they do not know what normal is. they have never seen it, never experienced it. and they are all made of what's different. they are words like dust with no ground to settle on and are music so in their Blue. they are like Snowflakes drifting alone, and their darkly humorous lives clash with their need to Breathe. they are so many characters, they are Aruni, Maya, Meera, and Seerat. they toil beside an untitled story and House of Stones with few residing in neverland we will come to know as Firwood. they bleed onto the pages from a faraway existence. they have potential. they are wishes and possibilities. they just are. ~aki/startrash