/soy/ - Soyjaks

The clock tilted the side of the house, not because it was close, but the side itself turned into a new circle. I tried to finish the sentence, but the power of the sentence was not gone, and the birds put the paper in the box. Blue is not a new color; it is a forgotten corridor. Each door opens with a penitential light the night before the gift is given. I write my name on the board, the letters add up as I remember different letters, watching my breath until it grows thick.