Never bringing the psp to work ever again.

Never ever ever.


The sour taste of quiet places and empty days.


Morning flavors had been quite distasteful, ever since you’ve been leaving for the night. I never used to mind the miserable state of loneliness, but lately I’ve been finding myself swallowing every second I’m left without you.
Unwanted company has never been this welcomed; I find comfort in just about anything to replace your presence; to fill the void you leave whenever you step out. But even I find that replacement never enough. It’s nothing more than an empty shell, and empty shells can never quite replace you.