jessica

Jessica: Angst

I haven’t written in a while and the words keep piling up inside my mind, and their essence builds up in layers that get thicker and denser with each passing day.

Jessica: Softness

Softness brushes the glass pane, steadily patting at the window with delicate plush soles, the kind that make intricate embroidery patterns on freshly fallen snow, but no sounds, no sounds at all, ever.