"I often feel like I'm stuck in a pile of mud, and all the bad things keep trying to drown me," the man wearing glasses pinched the corners of his clothes awkwardly, looking helpless and pitiful. "I feel like everyone around me is a burden and oppresses my life. I want to escape."
I kissed him, watching his eyes change from confusion to surprise, his tongue moving restlessly. I felt like I was suffocating.
Under the pale light, a prairie fire ignited in his pupils, as if he was planning a thrilling change. Those eyes reflected me, but it was me who was sunk deep in the mud. The cold, gorgeous lenses stood in front of the storm, but I was a drifting boat, trembling on the waves.
These are a pair of breathtaking eyes, and they are destined to be full of affection only for me.
From the slightly raised eyebrows, to the pursed lips, to the tense muscles, they are all expressing desire.
No one can maintain their sanity in such a hot torture, just like if strong liquor touches mint, you will be half drunk when it reaches the throat. The spicy taste swelled, and the reason suddenly collapsed, and it was tainted with the breath of desire.
He would eventually stain my clothes and fill me completely with his mark. Because I am the antidote and also his poison.
Twisted, pictographic——
Counselor and patient.
Intent: A redemption story, a happy story about ghosts and beasts chasing and killing animals.