Dear Creature, i went into the boarding school and i came out as the forest. there is an echo still lingering in me, an echo of the poetry we created, the poetry that is still created in the enclosed space of the sister’s academy. something woke up and something fell…

there is a rainbow there is a cliff who by chance catch each other’s attention “what are you?” asks the rainbow “in human words, I am cliff” replies the cliff “and in human words you are the soul of light seen through raindrops” states the cliff the rainbow beams and…