everything's a blur of spontaneity.
can't wait to get there.
there where?
no idea. hehehe

hiragana practicing, new film cameras, changing life perceptions.
madly philosophizing, getting back to reading, bloody persistent spacing outs.
hardly sleeping, eating never ending, school's crafty crafty illusions.
so and so always annoying, amoeba attacking, rarrr, is this me finally coming out?

ooohh. raaarrr~!
poetry is fun when it's all from the heart.


one of them: