aoi kotsuhiroi

the sound of the bones

day dream

twin nights

Things go away and I catch them by closing my eyes, so I don't hurt them. We've chosen each other to talk about this tomorrow of rain when the light softened to reveal its transparency.

all sorts of rains

Her hair filled her mouth sometimes, it was the time when nothing should be said. She had her two horns in each hand, to hear the heart of the animals. And when the sound of the bones told her something, she succeeded in holding back her tears ...

wet silence