I wonder how many boys throughout Japan were confessed to today.
I wonder how many girls labored to make personalized chocolates and wrap them up in cute little packages to give to the boy they like.
I wonder how many girls plucked up the courage to confess to the boy.
I wonder how many boys accepted the chocolate and the girl's affections.
I wonder how many packages were thrown away or discarded.
I wonder how many of these packages were never given out because of a lapse in courage.
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Thursday, February 14, 2013
Monday, February 4, 2013
I wish I could go for a walk right now
but the night air is cold and my hair's still wet.
Maybe I'd catch a cold
and I could blame my watering eyes on it.
I long for the chill in the wind and dampness beneath bare feet -
rain collecting in my palms and seeping through my fingers.
But it's too dangerous outside at this hour.
Best to stay in bed wrapped in shadows and nightmares -
listen to the sound of my own breathing, feel the beating of my heart and think about the day they stop.
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but the night air is cold and my hair's still wet.
Maybe I'd catch a cold
and I could blame my watering eyes on it.
I long for the chill in the wind and dampness beneath bare feet -
rain collecting in my palms and seeping through my fingers.
But it's too dangerous outside at this hour.
Best to stay in bed wrapped in shadows and nightmares -
listen to the sound of my own breathing, feel the beating of my heart and think about the day they stop.
_
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