Many times I'm terrified of sinking into an unknown dimension, the one inbetween what's absurd and reality, my stories and my life.
The process of writing isolates us, we must concentrate and 'live' in a world that's different from our own. We get in touch with characters from the past, with old experiences, and we forget the date and even what we're writing about.
I don't like to be alone as I write, I'm scared of losing myself and not knowing which one of my versions is here. How can I begin to explain to anybody that as soon as I stop writing, I don't remember who I am? No one I know could remotely comprehend. Perhaps they could form an idea and say: 'It will be alright'. But it's not what I need...
-When you're lonely, sad, or simply need to hear a voice, you can call me.
-I hope I never need to bother you - I answered.
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Original Stories (No fandom)
~OLD WORKS SERIES (In Spanish):
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Alliance (Wedding Ring)#2 //
Pulstar#3 //
Honey, don't.#4 //
A Voice In The Wire ~DRABBLES:
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Exit music for a film#2 //
Five Epiphanies the GazettE Fanfiction
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Sugar Pain (Aoi/Uruha) ~ONESHOTS:
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The Contract (Uruha/Ruki)