Ｏ

カゼまるのつき終わった
ピース。

To be honest,

I was never really aware of Feb being a short month. 

But
I do know that

germs get viral around Feb.

Hence, the sickness, the grouchy mood. 

I'm feeling better, I think. 

Even if I'm not,
I'd like to start March off with a slightly optimistic note. 

PEAASU. 

每天養成喝茶的習慣
無糖茶也能嘗出甜味

Lately, 

some thoughts have been 

remotely circling themselves. 

Stop circling and send already!

Ｏ

 Did you receive them yet.

Goo.

A piece of muddle 

sits impassively

in the corner of your logic-processing organ,

the "brain" we call it. 

You stare at it 

an image so clear so thorough in your head

The muddle paces
backwards, forwards,

 fast-forwards
and repeat its routine. 

Sometimes you ask, you shout, you demand. 

The muddle looks at you, 

it scoffs, it chuckles, 

it indifferently walks away. 

Your eyes are tired,

your logic is drained, 

the muddle continues to recklessly tread

back and forth

back, and forth

Muddle, 

here's a packed suitcase, a(n) ukulele, and a plane ticket to Hawaii. 

Kindly leave me alone. 

Airplanes, Lags, and Gravity.

I love airplanes

but I have a horrible case of Acrophobia. 

Nevertheless,
it's a lovely feeling being more than 6 feet off the ground.
(that's as much as I can literally jump)

Especially night flights,
usually we'd be looking at the stars from down to up

but the plane will make you feel parallel
with those glistening space rocks.

This nice little green and blue planet

has its own little galaxy too!
City lights can be as alluring as stars.

All arms in the air for window seats!!

That means if you're an octopus you raise 8 arms.
(What?) 

Don't be confused, I am too. 

Lag. 

My delusional-like 5 day trip to Montreal had filled me with
sugar, spice, and everything nice. 

And now
just some traces of emptiness and Lag.

I need to stop procrastinating my art pieces. 

椅子になった人
 ひこうき雲が、あんまりゆっくりなんだもの。

There are a lot of things

that you and I may not presume

right or wrong

do or don't. 

But gravity is certain.

In serendipity

May gravity pull me towards you,

and hopefully

you towards me. 

Happy Valentines Day.

Together, You and I.
Nothing more. 

Love is no big truth

Driven by our genes,

we are simple selfish beings.

A symphony that's you

joyously awaking the ignorant and sleeping.

Happy V-day

to you and me and all loved ones!

"Teenage Dream"

You think I'm pretty without any make up on
You think I'm funny when I tell the punchline wrong

I know you get me so I let my walls come down, down.
Before you met me I was alright
but things were kinda heavy
You brought me to life
Now every February you'll be my valentine.

Valentine.

I probably missed my teenage dream.

Nothing like a quietly pleasant 2.14 day. 

Aさん：ｘｘさんに会えるといいんですね
Bさん：今度ねぇ　笑

今度ねって だろう

Sunday.

ね、

今　

ヒマ？

Winning the battle, Losing the war.

Even if I'll never need him
Even though it's the sense of vain
As the world is soft around him
leaving me with nothing to disdain


Even though I'm not his minder
Even though I'm no longer needed around
I am on my toes to find

that he is safe and sound

The sun sets on war,

the day breaks

and everything is new.

And that is how
I am. 

Thought Stew.

Ingredients:

1 whole relief thinly sliced

1/2 a piece of pumping heart

1 chopped leaf of frustration

2 table spoons of love

1 teaspoon of resentment

500 c.c. of courage

 1/2 a cup of appreciation

20 mL of distress

1/4 cup of tears

Suitable amounts of support
(depending on one's own preference)

 

Mix it all together,
Boil,

February Thought Stew

食べてみてくれない？
Try some?