[AE] In which a second chance is really just an opportunity to let go of regrets, and time doesn't stop for anyone.

[poetry collection] The world was filled with colour.

[sonnet collection] Nothing told the truth anymore.

I still feel the need to tell myself that, for whatever reason.

He was tasked with the job of finding the colour under the grey.

...but she could still note things that, perhaps, others missed.

Even in all the grey and brown, he found a little bit of colour to keep on going with.

He didn't know why the horse.

I thought it was an impossible question, but it turned out to have an easy answer I just didn't want to face. Because, thinking I wasn't myself, wasn't Kobayashi Makoto, meant I hurt people close to me. But it also meant this time of mine wasn't wasted. /mentions of a past canon suicide attempt.

How are you doing? Still alive? Haha, I just had to ask that...