Should you loose yourself,

Behind lies of which slip easy form your lips,

Buried beneath secrets long over kepted,

I will search for you.

Between the sting of salt from tears,

And tides of feels longed ignored,

Guided by truths only you and I knew

I will rescue you.

Raft line from you to me,

Amidst chaos, I feel your presence within my sea.

Secrets shared between you and I,

I cherish our si...

Ash stares at the thousand pieces shattered across the floor. The laughter died after the ear-piercing crash of the vase hitting the floor. Ash’s neck stings with embarrassment, nerves, and lastly, guilt.

He broke Àmir’s beloved vase.

It’s like the thought alone is enough to summon the man. Ash has to tell himself to breath as Àmir kneels beside him quietly.

Inhale. Exhale. Damnit.

Ash falters...

Her name was Cherry. Well, no, not really. Her real name was Sakura, she told me it means ‘cherry blossom’. When I tried it out, wanting to see how it rolls off my tongue, (“sock-ooh-rah”), she giggled, slid me a glass of water and said, “Just call me Cherry”.

We had met at the bar, and amidst my attempts to drown in the liquor, she had been a breath of fresh air. Vital but fleeting, she was gone ...

Relaxation awaits, commence the sign in

Comfort achieved, reach remote for action

Halt! New news. Information skim begin!

Crunchyroll merging with Funimation!

Surprise, despair, hope, and more mixed feeling

Good, bad, benefits, drawbacks, weigh them all

Quick scan of other reviews, fans are reeling

Is that okay? Is it really a good call?

Dubbed or exclusive shows, debate no more

Strife of anime ...

Rashi sets a brisk walk down the street to the graveyard. He’s walked so many times it’s all muscle memory by now. It’s leaves his mind too much space to process the anger within him.

“Who are these for?” Àmir inquiries, handing him the flowers Rashi asked him to pick up.

“Hisao.” Rashi slings a bag over his shoulders, and takes the flowers eyeing Àmir cautiously.

Àmir cocks his head. “Who’s tha...

Inhale.

It’s a shout from above

A quick demand of attention

Winding down becomes a sprint for the window

Down below the streets are alive

The first exhale taken at all this year.

Children are gathered, friends are huddled

Families are close, and partners are inseparable

The tv is blearing, but it’s not our focus

Outside, neighbors pull chairs, others line their windows

Lighters at the ready, boxe...