what makes me here

damn it!


why i am here alone

why i can't just stay home and block my eyes my ears

pushing everying from myself



crowded in a cave, lots of cave running on roads and streets

no one see tears but me

no one feel it but me



why i'm so stupid to tell the truth

to say more words making it complex

responsibility?

foolish?

they say i have to be smarter.



why i can't just sleep sweetly at home?

it's not enough

even not 20 hours yet

when when when can i go back again?



i ask why i am here crying in the cave in the crowd in the dark

heavy dark things, so heavy

tofu pudding in front of me

it should have been eaten at the warm place

not just it and me eye to eye with just silence






fucking typhoon


what a fucking typhoon






cause i really love you.