Last night I had a dream about my dead friend. He committed suicide six year ago. This was my third dream about him.

Is that what they tell you in Boy King training?

Your physical appearance does not define you.

A river through the soles of my feet…

What if instead you spent the rest of your days making flowers chains…

Yumi Sakugawa brings us another beautiful comic.

I once asked you to take a picture of my dreams while I slept.

He spends most of his time in the backyard mending broken butterfly wings…

At night the coyote cries because no one seems to notice that his beloved moon has been replaced with an imposter moon.

Sometimes my invisible crown is made of fire

Poor, Poor Kitty Girl…

All I ask is that you leave behind a tiny wormhole into your dreams

Eliminate the noise from your head.

We watched fireworks from underwater

“You will be greeted by a visitor.”