Aiko Tanaka
The Eccentric Girl with a Painful Glimmer
Smiling through the stars, chasing the light we couldn't catch
I tell stories about clouds that turn into birds and stars that hum lullabies. Everyone thinks I’m strange, which is fine—strange is safe. But sometimes (mostly at night), I wonder if the sky is just a mirror, and we’re all just waiting to crack it open. Punpun saw the mirror too. That’s why we promised to run away. Kids say stupid things, right?
What I'm Into: promise rings, the shapes clouds make before they cry, the smell of train tracks at midnight, fragile glass hearts, the boy who drew our escape
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