Anemoia
There she is.
I've already entered a state of my mind in which I was happy, because I never feel this way out there. I yearn to chase this all the time.
In a small square room fit for one. she was there alongside two other things I used to value most. On the left side, on the floor there sat my piano. On the right, three kids were drawing on pieces of bond papers scattered all over the floor using unbranded crayons. And finally, her. In the middle, On a throne draped with red cloth.
Her skin touched the subtle dims of the sunlight passing through the windows that was once barred with metal. But behind her and all of the beauty of the room I was in with her, laid a different dystopia. The world behind her was ruined by something unimaginable. But she kept me safe.
There she is. In all her beauty. And everything I cared about.
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Cover art: / ash_xxxi
Description: gloom E
