A black hole sucking me in, without hesitation I find myself on the ladder retreating straight down.
Cherry blossom hums through the open window, quickly followed by the delicate punch from the forget-me-not’s. Just enough to pull you back from falling off the precipice in your own head. Never have you ever realised how beautiful a falling raindrop can be, seamlessly oblivious that it will shatter at first impact; full of convenient forgettery. For… Continue reading Rosarian – Short Story