Sofia lived on Chryssen Street, where the houses folded themselves out like they came out of pop-up books and the alleys were nothing but pencil lines on maps: erasable, here one day and gone the next, filled with trash and turned inside out, turned into quagmires and marshes of garbage.
She lived on the fourth floor, room number four-three-three. It was a room into where the moon liked to shine. On nights like these, when she didn't feel like doing anything and Gray was off on another of his last full shows, she liked to sit where the moonlight was brightest and watch everything fall into half-shadow around her.
Tonight, the moonlight favored the terrace.
She trod barefoot onto the cold cement of the open terrace.
It was a small place, some would call it cramped while others called it cozy. She was never good with words. Everything in her world was an outline, a picture, a silhouette that didn't need to be described; it simply was and there was no need to make existence any m

Some say it's a virus,
That spreads like the plague,
Until there's nothing left,
But for those with autism,
Instead.
But why,
When we're normal human beings,
Like you?
Yes we are different,
But isn't everyone else,
Like for those who are bright,
While other's are dumb?
Sure our brains are wired,
All over the place,
Making it harder,
For us to think.
But it doesn't matter,
When no one's the same.
And Believe me,
This world would be a bore,
If we knew our every move,
Knowing what everyone would do.
So let's hear it:
Am I a disease,
Or a living human being?

“What the hell are you doing?” Akutsu loomed up behind the tallest of the three punks he had seen from across the park, and yanked him off his feet by the collar when the guy turned around with a sneer on his lips.  “Well!?”  He didn’t know who the bastard was, other than his uniform was black which meant he wasn’t from Yamabuki, but at least he had enough brains to go pale when he saw who had him.
“Shit!” The idiot started prying at the hand that had his collar. “This doesn’t have anything to do with you, Akutsu!”
One of the other two started towards him, “Yeah, let him go!”
“Don’t tell me what to do!” He yanked on the guy he was holding, sending him flying into this friend. They both went down hard, and he turned to the last asshole who was standing there with a panicked look on his face.
“Look, we didn’t know that she was with you,” he said ,his voice an annoyi

The Princess Of The North
She was a Princess
of the North,
A war it came
and she was lost
She was enslaved,
She was forced,
They dressed her red
And she was sold.
He was a son,
down, from South,
With light heart
and shy mouth
He never searched,
yet now he found,
Their eyes met
a night around.
They hide in darkness,
She's in Love,
He didn't think
Of what's above
She was a slave
and masters ask
to pay with gold,
to pay for lust.
He was no warrior,
No sword in hand
and no courage
yet to stand.
They'll meet again,
Passion rules,
Two elders pay
For him, her goods
They'll meet again,
Passion rules,
Two elders pay
For him, her goods.
Days passed,
the elders go,
Without gold,
no passion's flaw
But he is young,
with light heart,
He likes her,
but not so hard
But she is young,
with heavy heart,
She keeps some gold,
somewhere apart
She's calling him
and there he's back,
Eyes are meeting
in the dark
But he's young
With light heart,
He's hiding words,
He keeps apart
He makes though