[Dark Field] a tanbun

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slight bitter-sweetness of persimmons, home alone. there's not much on the tv. i opt for my playlist on Spotify. the 'he' i shld have, is nonexistent...not sure how i feel about that. 


in a dark field 

decaying body of someone's child 

my coffee 

tastes quite scorched


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