I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.
My name is Mikiri, and i'm a princess.
I'm obsessed with all things glamorous and luxe. Lover of lolita and rococo-inspired anything.
I'm unpredictable in some ways, and incredibly unchanging in others.
I'm a passionate person without any talents, driven mad by the endless pursuit of my dreams.
I will follow you into the dark, fragile bird, though you know so few words, and the ice was getting thinner with every word we'd speak.
You're the northern wind, sending shivers down my spine from the passenger's seat. I need you so much closer, there is a lack of colour here.
The seasons have changed, and so have we. Most people were overjoyed, but i'm just one of those ghosts, travelling endlessly. Will your heart still race for me? Or will it march to a new beat? Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.
I hear you're living out of state, running in a whole new scene. You know I haven't slept in weeks, you're the only thing I see. The ones we trusted most pushed us far away. I wish I were a little girl without the weight of the world.
Let's play pretend.