Cosplay

At night, I turn my face to the wall, away from the sounds of the city. When a car turns onto my street, shadows start dancing, and if I’m lucky, they brush over my hair just like she did. So tender, you know, in one single quiet motion. If I lie still enough, I can convince my skin she is still around and even bully my memory into a „you are ok“ from her lips.

— What‘s your void?