Ready, Set .. Stop.

Bang.

Breath follows a rhythmic pant ranging up and down

Both feet sweeping across the surface

Each step planted firmly yet light on each leap 

Head turns back, eyes leak out a hint of panic, grudge. 

You are running

running away, 

from me.

My dear, have you noticed?

This is not a race. 

Such a hurry, but there is no ideal destination.

Nor is there Gold, second place, last. 

Why is this a competition.

Self-Esteem.

Because we all want to 

save some

face. 

Forgive me,

for I never intended this to happen.

ちょっとかなしかった。

She and Me. 

Me and He. 

Her and Him. 

They and Them. 

What about, 

"You and I?"

Distraction Syndrome.

sniff sniff cough sniff sniff cough
sneeze sneeze
coughSniff

 

Goodbye Feeeeever,

Helloooooo Cold.

The Flu Season is

literally

killing me

softly.

and maybe some other people too.





   

One midterm down,

2 more to go!

Distraction Syndrome

is a mixture between short-term memory loss

and concurrent distractions taking place in the human mind. 

 

Currently,

there are several matters in the back of my head

running at the speed of 500km/hour.

 

Whether or not I should be thinking about these things

Right now is probably not a good time to run things through

 

Especially when my brain is overloaded by sniffing too much mucus.  

 

Ew.

Unnecessary imagery.
My apologies.


Do smart kids in movies who go to Harvard or MIT ever use a pen and paper?
It seems like they are always writing equations on windows and walls.

I should start doing that too.

 

I miss being on a dinosaur,
being able to see the world 6 feet above the ground.



mu.

 

Perfection is overrated.

Every night, I slow down my pace just to see
where the Moon might be looking over me tonight.

I wouldn't consider myself a perfectionist.

But ultimately I am.

I've just been telling myself I have a lot of preferences.

However,

deep down in the dark side of my conscience

I know it's just an excuse.

I feel like I've been trained to hide these dark dark thoughts

that I generally don't display through my behavior.

Darth Vader was my Number One Idol at some point.

joke.

As much as I know that perfection doesn't exist,

it's also menacing trying to prove that fact wrong.

Which is foolish.

I am a foolish silly.

Unrealistically speaking, I'd rather pause time as your hand is held in mine.
In my dreams and my dreams only.

I used to be a dreamer,

of high high expections.

I believed that if I believed.

It happens.

I'm still pretty persistent on this absurd theory.

What eventually happens

...

Expectations are never expected.

So now.

I AM OFFICIALLY

EXPECTATION FREE.

Basically,

I'm more irrational than ever.

Improvisation begins today.

What do I want.

I want to gaze at the Moon every night.

What would I want.

To hold your hands in mine in my recurrent dreams every night.

I am such a hopeless romantic, teehee.