Les fleurs

huehuehue, thank you!

Letting Go

The want of releasing all the bad things that plague me at night. Letting them go back to the dark where they belong. And look! There's the little girl on the moon. And the protector. She's placing all the stars dreams are made of; he's ready to shoot down whatever may hurt her. And with each step, the butterflies are freed. Oh, and of course, little Onigiri.