I forgot how to dance – like the birds in the evening sky. I see nothing around me except for rational statements coming from people’s mouths.
It doesn’t interest me.
Everyone sees things differently, and no one can connect with the one they feel attracted to (not to mention, love). I don’t tell people that I know how they feel. I don’t want to lie but why should I care? When someone says, “I know how you feel,” he’s practically lying too.
My shadow on the wall is my biggest imitator. No one knows my moves as precisely as he does, except for the person I see in the mirror. That person can read your face. That person helps you know yourself better.
Those who wear masks like my anti-heroes are in self-denial, unfortunately. They don’t want to be who they are because they are scared of their true face.
North Korea is threatening with atomic weapons. Stupid, stupid, stupid. The last thing I need is prejudice against oriental-looking people. The Iraqis and Pakistanis had it tough in the last eight years. The government is leaning more and more to the right. It’s terrifying. But hasn’t racism always been around?
Two more months and I’ll be leaving. Not many people even know yet. And I’m tired of “When are you leaving? When, when, when?” Cut it out, please. I’ll let you know a day before I go.
Isn’t it enough to know that it’s going to be SOON? To hell with last-minute meetups, meet me now, please. I’ll have a busy last few weeks.
Time is now. Sometimes it’s enough that you’ll remember me. I can’t ask for more.
