Shreyber

Knives of cold cut through the soft flesh of the night and it 

Seven years ago, at a Thai restaurant, there was a man and a girl sitting at the table across from me. The man was most certainly the girl's father, seeing as there was an uncanny resemblance. But what caught my attention were the man's eyes.

My generation is quite prepared for the end of the world, thank you very much.

My generation dyes our hair bright colors just to show we’re different, just to say “Hey! I’m an individual! I’m unique!”