[Ezra]
~You asked if you wrote it right. And I said all your jumbled words make more sense to me than the verses of classic poems and paintings of famous artists.~
~I wish I had the same ability to comprehend myself as I deciphered you once. Maybe then I’d be able to rest the storm that plagues me.~
~I am soaked in the rain of your memories that I drown at every drizzle and fail to find a way to breathe in this downpour.~
~I knew you had been through storms so I dared not ask the damage, for I thought we’d find a refuge together and I was a fool to believe that would be enough.~
I leafed through the journal, reading whatever random lines my eyes fell on.
I lifted my gaze off the words scribbled on dead pages and peered at the jet area of the Glass palace.
I spun around on the chair
