angel* diary — just some angels who wander off* pg.1
monday*
"in a dazed and whole heartily confused yet i can still tie the laces on my shoe"
9am*
"another fragment here, written softly across the lines shelter from rain sketched in lowercase"
12pm*
"yet another resonance, mapped in quiet rhythm, angels wandering between pages"
3pm*
"threads of thought unravel, stitched back together in quiet resolve humanity slowly dissolving"
6pm*
"every child was once an angel*, only some have long forgotten*"
9pm*
"one's bedroom is where dreams are born and die*"
midnight*
"everything is one thing, but change is everything*"
this story always starts here*
