Forgettable

11:30 p.m., burnout, loud noise right on my face. What was that? "As someone with a PhD, who has lived in three different countries..." What was the rest? I couldn't recall the full sentence, maybe I'm getting old. "... find another man to have children go raise in your own way." Another request from something with a label of expert-level of human knowledge. A PhD needs no preaching from an ordinary bachelor. A PhD always wants to give you a lesson. Thank you very much, US, for giving me this life lesson I never want to learn. P.S if you want to create little lives with me, you know where to find me. 

2 stop. Won't stop here, or there. Where to stop? Nowhere. That sentiment, has grown to an objective existence that is independent of human will. Every "stop" suggestion, no matter here, or there, is nothing but a やめで, with a slight pant.  Naturally, don't stop, stop nowhere, thrust every where. 

 .- ..-. - . .-. / .. / .-. .- -- -... .-.. . / - .... .-. . . / .-.. --- -. --. / .--. .- .-. .- --. .-. .- .--. .... ...  "Fuck."  "Why fuck?" That patience for preparing to listen to what is going on is love. 

I'm so exhausted that I want to cry, as if the water dropped from the eyes can wash away all the tiredness.  However, even my eyes are too tired to drop anything.   I wished someone texted me a playlist for me to breathe better by hearing it. But I know it's the same moment when I was in high school, wishing someone could see me drowning in the condensed darkness but no one would see or come. I just walked away, all alone. And continue walking until I left everything behind knowing that nobody really cared.  Thank you, words, Now the water is dropping off my eyes, I can stand up and feel nothing again. 

The place where I was from has vanished from the world our eyes can see. So, I can't answer that question. They all stopped at that point. Back then, if I stopped at the same question you asked me like I always do, would we still meet each other in this life? Would you avoid this prison that you can't escape? Would you skip the grief that you didn't have to experience?  This time, where are you from?

"No one, I say, no one, no one knows spring better than I do. I only sprout in spring, the sweaty heating in winter can't fool me to reach myself out an inch." Said the potato.

They praise spring for the buds, the flowers, the chirp chirp inside the nests... But in some internal corners, the intense fluctuations were barely seen or heard. Everything will be alright, spring will pass, summer will come, eventually.