Stars. Little shiny sun of dark night. Guidance for the lost. Small light to follow.  

Oh dearies! Are you hungry for some freshly baked Fiction? Or do you want some stew of feelings?

There's only one way of confessing my feelings for you That is, my diary.

Blue, dark blue butterfly. One day, it landed on my finger.

When your heart lies. When your heart numbed. You're hurted, you're wounded.

This was just... A tearful last wish to match the soaring Eagle.

A Geisha was born to be an entertainer. Never to love. Never to be loved.

Inception. Dream inside dreams. Then what about Fict-Ception?   Everything is normal until she closed her eyes.

Your favorite drinks. What you hate. Your bad habits. The little detail that's cute. Your good habits. One lovely thing that awes me. Your secrets. The thing that makes us closer. All of the things about you, I knew it based on how I observe y